Quotes from John Geddes

that's the essence of me - I don't think, I feel - at best, I think-feel...

we live in the same city but don't see the same things - you see buildings and I see memories...

you are my Lady of Shalott lost in a dream of isolation - I care too much for you - I romanticize depression...

people demonize certain types of crime - it's a way of distancing ourselves from the monsters...

we each harbor a shadow self with shadowy motives and murky desires...

winter crescent resting in the high pine bough - you fly through the woods like a lone snow bird...

no good writing flows from a polluted well - you can write about monsters, but you can't be one...

it's not the stories - it's the pain and the joy and the people who stay with you long after the stories are told ...

those others - they're looking for trends - subjects to catch a spark - but I have you - a coal from God's altar - a star cupped in my hands...

at morning, I'm unruffled - I'll sit with my tea and Muse Cat beside me and listen to the soft chime of the grandfather clock...

you can have a dark heart and be a writer, but you can't have a black one..

when the room goes silent, someone has spoken with authority...

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...

I want to live doubly - first with you and then afterwards in memory ...

you can be angry and silent, but it's no use - there's no distance in the spirit - besides, my words touch you more softly than my hands...

God and your heart both whisper - incline your ear - don't just learn from your head...

some people are incapable of love - they have calloused souls...

when we perfect 3-D copiers and they reproduce tissue, we'll have a million Marilyns walking around with no souls...

I've always idealized women I've loved - they all fell short, save one - the one God chose for me - she lights up a room by walking into it...

you must never partly love or stop half way - because then, you become superficial and cannot be deeply hurt or loved...

you go back to liberate the captives and sadly realize, some want to remain tied down in the cave...

God daubs stars into galaxies with fiery paint - the same lacquer he uses upon your lips...

all these epic battles and monsters lately - but love is a tiny world and I prefer a more personal style...

beneath torrents of spring rain, buds come to life - and we do too, beneath torments of tears...