Simon Van Booy

I think people would be happier if they admitted things more often. In a sense we are all prisoners of some memory, or fear, or disappointment - we are all defined by something we can__ change.

Succes is really nothing more than the record of failure. To be successful means you must be willing to fail more than anyone else.

You are hatching from the past.

The present grows within the boundaries of the past.

He realized this early on, and realized too that what people think are their lives are merely its conditions. The truth is closer than thought and lies buried in what we already know.

Anyone who is desperate or alone will agree there is comfort in routine.

Loneliness is like being the only person left alive in theuniverse, except that everyone else is still here.

Sometimes I wake up and lie still enough to hear a petal drop from the vase of flowers. Sometimes I lie awake and wish there was someone to hear my falling.

Dave once asked me what blind people dream about. Mostly in sound and feeling, I replied. At night I fall in love with a voice, and then wake to a feeling of physical loss. Sometimes I close my eyes to a chorus of __appy Birthday!_ The smell of cake and the sound of feet under the table. I awake in a body that__ too big. I also dream in motion and sensation. My father__ boat and the snore of the mast; the rough fabric of the safety harness and the rip of Velcro. The sun on my legs. And endless stretch of water impossible to imagine.

That's truth, Harvey, not what's written on a piece of paper or in blood too small to see - but the memory of how it felt being together.

In the end I didn't know who I was crying for, but it was something my body wanted to do, as though trying to digest grief.

Children are the closest we have to wisdom, and they become adults the moment that final drop of everything mysterious is strained from them.

Coincidences mean you're on the right path.

Actually, years mean nothing. It's what's inside them.

When a person is loved, they are granted the strength of all seas.

I think music is what language once aspired to be. Music allows us to face God on our own terms because it reaches beyond life.

We cross from memory into imagination with only a vague awareness of change.

Music helps us understand where we have come from but, more importantly, what has happened to us.