John Geddes, A Familiar Rain Quotes
...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...
...authority is the unmistakeable tone in the voice of a true writer...
...if you've got writer's block, you aren't empty - maybe it's just like Twitter - overwhelmed, and loading seems to be taking a while...
...when you're a writer, you become deeper and more uniquely distinct, the more you go inside yourself...
...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...
...I've marked our sacred place not with stones - I've put it my art to keep it safe...
...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...
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 can think of other forms of worship than loving you, but none that make me feel so fulfilled...
...why do people venerate Einstein or Bill Gates? Clive Bell explains: Genius worship is the inevitable sign of an uncreative age....
...I worship at the temple of your body and without you, I'd have no art...
...when I chose you, I didn't want the commonplace - I didn't want a 'partner' - I wanted a shrine...
...but you - women like you are dangerous- ominous – take care, Love – men will first fear you, then later, turn you into a deity...
...don't you realize a flawless profile means nothing when a mere smile drives me to desperation? Don't you covet that power?..
...once I saw you in moonlight and I can tell you - the silvery dust of the stars doesn't shimmer like you...
...you ask me why I compare you to stars - it's simple - that's where your goddess has fled...
...I can’t grasp the stars, but I love them – in the same way, I love you...
...when you look at the stars, you should tremble - only dullards have become callous to this frisson ...
....my sacred landscape is the foothills of the stars - I go there often to sleep ...
...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...
...You say you don't mistrust me, yet you quote Chrysostom - Hell is paved with priests' skulls....
...you found me in my lonely labyrinth and like Beatrice, led me out of my own hell...
...I see myself at crossroads in my life, mapless, lacking bits of knowledge - then, the Moon breaks through, lights up the path before me...
...I'm not in control and without a firm spot, like Archimedes I can't move the world - let alone your heart..
...freedom of conscience does not mean being uncontrolled - we have to control ourselves and at times submit to others...
...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...
...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...
...open the access to your heart and write down what your voice is whispering...
...Mankind is not a race of noble savages - but primitive monsters hide inside us, elusive as Sasquatch...
...the secret to writing is to get your own pain - shout it out till it hurts your throat - weep it into your pillow - then write it down ...
...writing with ferocity is a gift, provided that ferocity is a monomaniacal devotion to pursuing the truth ...
... my early writing was a silent fury - at what or whom, I had no idea - but I shut it in until it burned my bones and now, I've let it out...
...I make no apology about stirring the depths - every human longs to swim under water and see what lurks beneath ...
...there is a myth called objective reality - we think an impersonal world exists apart from us - it doesn't - it needs us to be ...
...I know Shakespeare said art is holding up a mirror to nature- but you're actually bending and refracting it through your interior dialogue ...
...the bones of cirrus clouds stand out like ribs against the sky - an angel is stretching...
...Use your finger to trace the scar upon my chest- I lied - it wasn't a knife wound, but a scrape from a nail sliding under a fence to see you...
...who would have known the dark eyes staring into mine would become our children's eyes...?
... the house is on fire, but go ahead - finish painting the verandah...
...you betrayed me, but after all those years I discover, my tears have wiped the slate clean...
