Quotes from Simon Van Booy

Her dream was to become an artist—to be loved for moments beyond her own life.

Without memory, time would be no use to mankind,

Life is over before you get to understand anything and so is probably meaningless

to love without fear would be to drown in another person.

to love without fear would be to drown in another person. A first mouthful of water; a face disappearing; the sun changing shape, a bright rim, like the edge of a bottle into which she had fallen. Then her body would fill, go limp with gentle heaviness, and drift with the current.

You are hatching from the past.

Do we love before we love.

All she knows is that someone fell, and that everything beautiful began after.

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Beauty is the shadow of imperfection.

He stood at a tilt as though tethered to some terrible weight - some moment of his past that simultaneously defined who he was yet denied him life.

Somewhere across the city, among the thousands of thumping hearts, was the one he wanted.

There was so much he wanted to say, but was unable to think past the syllables of her name that filled him like some delicate music.

Once I fell asleep on the grass and Michel filled my pockets with flowers. Today I am fifteen and I'm taking stock of my life. Even though I want to go to university and eventually buy Michel a red convertible, when I think of those Sundays in the Jardin des Plantes, I want to do things for people they will never forget. Maybe that's the best I can do in life.

Loneliness is like being the only person left alive in the universe, except that everyone else is still here. — Simon Van Booy, Everything Beautiful Began After . (Harper Perennial; Original edition July 5, 2011)

The truth is closer than thought and lies buried in what we already know.

Humans may come and go—but the thread of hope is like a rope we pull ourselves up with.

The memories keep him company. He doesn't believe in finding anyone new. He's happy with what he had. Desire is met with the memory of satisfaction.

She knew in her heart that being together would always be enough.

the body is nothing but camouflage.

history has been recorded by the victors, not the defeated or disenfranchised.

If there is such a thing as fate, it's not that life is already written and we're simply unwitting figures in lines of spiritual code–it's that we are at the mercy of things imposed on us in childhood. — Simon Van Booy, The Presence of Absence (Godine, 2022)

Death ends a life but not a relationship. I

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