Quotes from Glen David Gold

There were never moments in your life when you actually saw something end, for whether you knew it or not something else was always flowering. Never a disappearance, always a transformation.

There were never moments in your life when you actually saw something end, for whether you knew it or not something else was always flowering. Never a disappearance, always a transformation.

Faith was a choice. So, it followed, was wonder.

In his youth, [he] had believed everything was possible. Then in grief, he believed everything was impossible. And now. . . he felt that when you had lived enough of your life, there was no difference between the two.

His curse in life was to be attracted to people who understood him.

He felt people were never intentionally beastly or malicious, but they were pompous and foolish; awful decisions were made by men divorced from their own humanity.

The most beautiful experience we can have is the mysterious. It is the fundamental emotion which stands at the cradle of true art and true science. Whoever does not know it and can no longer wonder, no longer marvel, is as good as dead, and his eyes are dimmed. —ALBERT EINSTEIN

We know how ninety-nine percent of the universe works," he told Carter shortly after they met, "and that's the clockworks, that's what we build with. But the other one percent makes the clockworks wind down. That's inertia. No one knows how that works, but it does. It's that one percent mystery that's the way of our maker. Put everything together, energy and inertia, the explicable and the inexplicable, and that's how you and I make our living.

She knew him. Somehow. And wasn't that quite marvelous?

Life is a tale told by an idiot, signifying nothing.

Man cannot survive by bread and water alone, but bread and water and hate?

Thank you for your anonymous, enthusiastic posting of my quotes, but one of them is taken from Einstein, another from IB Singer and a third from Shakespeare. Let's return what's rightfully theirs as I feel their brands could use the signal boost.

O]ne should always treat one's animals well. All else will follow.

He had learned to play his instrument with the same joyless precision that barefoot waifs exercised in stoking the coal fires of a debtors' prison.

Carter, who'd never seen a ghost, nonetheless found the idea of them wonderful. Who wouldn't want to see a ghost? Whenever he visited the park at night, he saw nothing. On weekend afternoons, he detoured through its rambles on his way to the ferry, watching the boaters, the Sunday painters, the wild and frantic children, and he thought how odd it was that the same joyful places, minus sunlight, became frightening.

In the middle of the night, with his father and brother asleep, and his mother having an adventure, he felt fits of longing for places he'd never been, places he couldn't describe, and he wondered if there were anyone else like him in the world, awake and catching glimpses of the unknown. He wondered if he were truly related to his family, or if instead he had dropped among them, a changeling.

Everyone wants a long journey, kid. That's all. Next!

There was some nobility in being poor, but absolutely none in being poor because you were an idiot.

It's a disgusting habit, and it causes weak men to make strong excuses.

Parts of him were built to be awake before dawn and yearning to be both absolutely still and moving everywhere at once.

Because she was still glaring at Carter as the pain took hold of her, he saw something few people get to witness: experience invading the gaze of an innocent.

All over Bernie Simon's features, lights were dimming and doors politely closing.

It was a motorcycle. Black, angular, and sleek, unmistakably European, it was the most beautiful object Carter had ever seen. He wanted it. He would fight anyone who tried to take it away from him. How soon could he ride it?

To write is to educate and to entertain. Never to exclude.