Quotes from Garth Stein

Ninguna carrera se gana en la primera curva —dijo—. Pero muchas se pierden allí.

She died that night. Her last breath took her soul; I saw it in my dream. I saw her soul leave her body as she breathed out and then she had no more needs. She was released from her body and, being released, she continued her journey elsewhere. High in the heavens where soul material gathers and plays out all our dreams and joys.

A hero without a flaw is of no interest to an audience or to the universe, which, after all, is based on conflict and opposition, the irresistible force meeting the unmovable object.

For me, a good story is all about setting up expectations and delivering on them in an exciting and surprising way.

The true test of a champion is not whether he can triumph, but whether he can overcome obstacles—preferably of his own making—in order to triumph.

We all play by the same rules; it's just that some people spend more time reading those rules and figuring out how to make them work in their behalf.

It's done now, Tony said. We can't change what's already been decided. Can't we? I wondered. Even just a little? Can we not will ourselves to achieve the impossible? Can we not use the power of our life force to change something: one small thing, one insignificant moment, one breathe, one gesture? Is there nothing we can do to change what is around us?

Ob?udoval sem oba; kako težjo je biti ?lovek. Da nenehno zatajuješ svoje želje. Da te skrbi, ali boš naredil, kar je prav, namesto, da bi naredil, kaj bi najraje.

I don't understand why people insist on pitting the concepts of evolution and creation against each other. Why can't they see that spiritualism and science are one?

I close my eyes and listen vaguely in a half sleep as he does the things he does before he sleeps each night. Brushing and squirting and splashing. So many things. People and their rituals. They cling to things so hard sometimes.

we don't live in an ideal world. In our world, surprises sometimes happen, mistakes happen,

a racer should not be afraid of rain; a racer should embrace the rain.

I also believe that man's continued domestication (if you care to use that silly euphemism) of dogs is motivated by fear: fear that dogs, left to evolve on their own, would, in fact, develop thumbs and smaller tongues, and therefore would be superior to men, who are slow and cumbersome, standing erect as they do. This is why dogs must live under the constant supervision of people, and are immediately put to death when found living on their own.

The race is long. It is better to drive within oneself and finish the race behind the others than it is to drive too hard and crash.

Gestures are all that I have; sometimes they must be grand in nature. And while I occasionally step over the line and into the world of the melodramatic, it is what I must do in order to communicate clearly and effectively. In order to make my point understood without question. I have no words I can rely on because, much to my dismay, my tongue was designed long and flat and loose, and therefore, is a horribly ineffective tool for pushing food around

Perder la carrera no es deshonroso. Lo deshonroso es no correr por temor a perder.

What can I do to force myself to remember? Try to imprint what I know on my soul, a thing that has no surface, no sides, no pages, no form of any kind. Carry it so deeply in the pockets of my existence.

Biti sam je nevtralno stanje - slepa riba na dnu oceana: brez o?i in brez mnjenja. Je možno? Kar me obdaja, ne vpliva na moje razpoloženje, marve? moje razpoloženje vpliva na tisto, kar me obdaja.

I remember! This documentary said that after a dog dies, his soul is released into the world around us. His soul is released to run in the wild, run through the fields, enjoy the earth, the wind, the rivers, the rain, the sun, the… It's okay… They will see.

How quickly a year passes, like a mouthful of food snatched from the maw of eternity.

Why can't they see that spiritualism and science are one? That bodies evolve and souls evolve and the universe is a fluid place that marries them both in a wonderful package called a human being. What's wrong with that idea?

But there is a point at which he is the instrument and someone or something is playing him. Something larger. Something outside of all of us. Call it the Universal Mind, if you like. But when he feels it, he knows that the people listening feel it as well. They are all tapping into the same thing. They all understand.

It's frustrating for me to be unable to speak. To feel that I have so much to say, so many ways I can help, but I'm locked in a soundproof box, a game show isolation booth from which I can see out and I can hear what's going on, but they never turn on my microphone and they never let me out. It might drive a person mad. It certainly has driven many a dog mad.

Whether he came from monkeys or fish is unimportant. The important idea is that when the body became "human" enough, the first human soul slipped into it. I