John Geddes, A Familiar Rain Quotes
...when you're a writer, you become deeper and more uniquely distinct, the more you go inside yourself...
...don't think love is just an emotion - I am dangerous and you know it because I will do anything you ask me to do...
...I'm a modern mountebank - I believe in Physiognomy - after all, we are in control of our face - it's the map of where we've been...
...freedom of conscience does not mean being uncontrolled - we have to control ourselves and at times submit to others...
...I'm not in control and without a firm spot, like Archimedes I can't move the world - let alone your heart..
...I see myself at crossroads in my life, mapless, lacking bits of knowledge - then, the Moon breaks through, lights up the path before me...
...you found me in my lonely labyrinth and like Beatrice, led me out of my own hell...
...You say you don't mistrust me, yet you quote Chrysostom - Hell is paved with priests' skulls....
...at dawn, the grains of sleep turn to floating black spots, then out of focus the world tilts, and the cat scratches at the door...
....my sacred landscape is the foothills of the stars - I go there often to sleep ...
...when you look at the stars, you should tremble - only dullards have become callous to this frisson ...
...I can’t grasp the stars, but I love them – in the same way, I love you...
...you ask me why I compare you to stars - it's simple - that's where your goddess has fled...
...once I saw you in moonlight and I can tell you - the silvery dust of the stars doesn't shimmer like you...
...don't you realize a flawless profile means nothing when a mere smile drives me to desperation? Don't you covet that power?..
...but you - women like you are dangerous- ominous – take care, Love – men will first fear you, then later, turn you into a deity...
...when I chose you, I didn't want the commonplace - I didn't want a 'partner' - I wanted a shrine...
...I worship at the temple of your body and without you, I'd have no art...
...why do people venerate Einstein or Bill Gates? Clive Bell explains: Genius worship is the inevitable sign of an uncreative age....
...I can think of other forms of worship than loving you, but none that make me feel so fulfilled...
Deb and I were married on a snowy night - wind cross-wove a veil of snow for her then threw confetti at us as we left the lighted church...
...I got to love solitude - to see the Moon rise and set - I had time to watch it trace the window square across the wall in silent grace...
...I've marked our sacred place not with stones - I've put it my art to keep it safe...
...If I ever got sloppy and maudlin, it would be for the streets of my childhood—but no self- respecting writer should ever eulogize a slum...
... paint in blue and black...sometimes gray - the colors of night - occasionally I surprise you with a mustard yellow, but then, I am a poet ...
...at some point we must achieve our identity -we can't be always in adolescence seeking who we are...
...you became lost in the maze of me - forgive me Love, for keeping you close...
...the heart breaks in so many different ways that when it heals, it will have fault lines ...
...I didn't want you flawless - I have a bare wall at home that's flawless - I wanted your character trapped in the amber of your skin...
...if you're an actor, and you've thought your way into the part, then you're character portrayal will have authority...
...I committed a sin the day I refused you - I discovered metal inside me where my heart should be - forgive me, Love, for acting on principles...
...the making of stories is only one part of my craft -mainly, I'm a heart whisperer...
...you have changed everything for me- you rearranged the furniture and now you've changed the view from my window!...
...consider yourself a functional character in someone else's novel - a background character - a person on the street - that's the perspective ...
...you've lost perspective? Well, get it back - God alone has the third person point of view in this life ...
... this longing inside me that never goes away, must be a poem...must be you ...
...the wind hums low with sweet exultation, sings its lullaby, while you sleep ...
...my dreams are tangled in images of stars and clouds and firelight - we go camping at night - it's my lucid dream of being with you...
...freshly cut Christmas trees smelling of stars and snow and pine resin - inhale deeply and fill your soul with wintry night...
...the most beautiful things don't always make you happy - often they make you weep...
...I always thought youth were idealists - now, I'm not so sure - I'm more idealistic now then at 17...
...each person is required to ask, 'what is my authority?' - on what do you base your decisions? if it's yourself, then you are without excuse...
