Quotes from Andrew Davidson

Love isn't a steadfast dog at all; love is more like a pygmy mouse lemur. Yes, that's exactly what love is: a tiny, jittery primate with eyes that are permanently peeled open in fear. For those of you who cannot quite picture a pygmy mouse lemur, imagine a miniature Don Knotts or Steve Buscemi wearing a fur coat.

It's not easy to look the way I do: in popular culture, one only sees a face like mine on the Phaontom of the Opera, on Freddie Krueger from Elm Street, or on Leatherface from deep in the heart of Texas. Sure, a burn victim may "get the girl" - but usually only with a pickax.

I am not a hero in soul and never will be, but I am better than I was before. Or so I tell myself; and for now that is enough.

When I answered that I did not pray, he sternly rebuked me. "You're in Hell. You'd better start".

Things should be judged by distance traveled rather than by current position.

And just when you start thinking that you've accepted who you are, that changes, too. Because who you are is not permanent.

Don't be wasting your sympathy on me, kid. I did pretty damn well, I'll tell you what. You snag a woman like that, you don't ask what you did to deserve it. You just hope she never wises up and changes her mind.

She had what I'd call a lemming ass - that is, an ass that you would follow right over the edge of the cliff.

This will mark the third time that an arrow has entered my chest. The first time brought me to Marianne Engel. The second time separated us. The third time will reunite us.

Personal growth must sometimes be measured by distance travelled rather than by current position

My words were Egyptian hieroglyphics before the discovery of the Rosetta stone; my words were wounded soldiers limping home, guns spent, from a lost battle; my words were dying fish, flipping hysterically as the net is opened and the pile spreads across the boat deck like a slippery mountain trying to become a prairie. My words were, and are, unworthy of Marianne Engel.

I envy all suffering, because suffering is necessary to become spiritually beautiful.

She kissed me on my thin lips and all my words were pushed back into my mouth. "I don't want to die," she whispered, "but I need to lose the shackles of this multitude of hearts.

Everything burns if the flame is hot enough. The world is nothing but a crucible.

Defeat itself is defeated by the embrace of defeat, and death is swallowed up in victory.

She worked diligently to develop her understanding of breath; for she knew that with breath she could create a world. She imagined herself breathing life into the glass and, with every week that passed, Sei came closer to realizing the loveliness of the objects that she could picture in her imagination.

There's a gentle sigh which descends like billowing silk upon the soul that accepts its coming death. It's a gentle pocket of air in the turbulence of everyday life... the silk settles around you as if it has been drifting towards the earth forever and has finally found it's target. The flag of defeat has been mercifully dropped and, in this action, the loss is not so bad. Defeat itself is defeated by the embrace of defeat, and death is swallowed up in victory.

It was not long before I discovered that withdrawing addicts lost their composure in exactly the same manner that careless millionaires lose their money: gradually, then suddenly.

What is it like to wear another person's skin?" "I don't have a good answer for that," I said. "It hurts." "Can you remember their stories? Can you feel the love that they felt?

how could I protect myself? I had the Viking's scabbard, but not the sword; I had the Buddhist's robe, but not the faith.

These day's I like to imagine that if a man were to enter through the slash on the book's cover, as if it were a door, he could walk right into the heart of the Inferno.

I am not a hero in soul and never will be, but I am better than I was.

Scatology was strictly out, as nowhere in my psyche do I harbor the desire to shit on someone and even less do I have the inclination to be shat upon. And if I a a snob for not participating in films that involve sex with animals, then so be it; I am a snob.

That kind of love was a thing to be snatched up and crushed in the jaws of real life.