Royal Young's writing is that rare blend of irony and beauty. — Simon Van Booy Beauty Copy Share Image
There are some lies that, under the right circumstances, are the only truth — Simon Van Booy Copy Share Image
“I barely remember her, but I am still in love with her ghost.” — Simon Van Booy Ghost Copy Share Image
Music helps us understand where we have come from but, more importantly, what has happened to us. — Simon Van Booy Copy Share Image
“Language is like looking at a map of somewhere. Love is living there and surviving on the land. ” — Simon Van Booy Copy Share Image
Should you ever feel too lonely...listen for the roar of the sea- for in it are all those who've been and all… — Simon Van Booy Copy Share Image
“I was afraid of the sea when I was a girl. Someone said it went on forever and that frightened me. I… — Simon Van Booy Copy Share Image
“In that moment of recognition he is not consumed by a rushing sensation of love-quite simply a door opens to a room… — Simon Van Booy Love Copy Share Image
“Life had called his name, and without thinking, he had stepped forward. He wondered if perhaps he was becoming the person he… — Simon Van Booy Change Copy Share Image
It's true the people we meet shape us. But the people we don't meet shape us also, often more because we have… — Simon Van Booy People Copy Share Image
Loneliness is like being the only person left alive in the universe, except that everyone else is still here. — Simon Van Booy Alive Copy Share Image
“His father was an attorney in Paris. He met Sebastien’s mother on a train to Amsterdam. There were no other seats. They… — Simon Van Booy Encounters Copy Share Image
We touched with a softness that pushed through the skin into memory, like arms plunged into a river - we could feel… — Simon Van Booy Copy Share Image
“She once told me how she could feel the missing part of her arm- how she sometimes experienced the sensation of a… — Simon Van Booy Love Copy Share Image
As a single parent, I had become tyrannical in order to survive, and anything I couldn't control caused me enormous anxiety. As… — Simon Van Booy Anxiety Copy Share Image
Athens is the birthplace of modern tragedy. In the Greek tragic plays, the tableau of the characters would become a statue, like… — Simon Van Booy Character Copy Share Image
I want to feel it somehow happened like that because things happen for a reason. I want to believe this more than… — Simon Van Booy Accidents Copy Share Image
Reading reassures us that no matter how alone we might feel, there are many others - spread as wide as history itself… — Simon Van Booy Copy Share Image
“She told me that while my father’s body might be crushed under tons of black earth, the body is nothing but camouflage.… — Simon Van Booy Nature Copy Share Image
“Maybe happiness is just finding the right people at the right time." "But how do you find them?" ... "But say you… — Simon Van Booy Happiness Copy Share Image
The joy of style lies not in how we look to other people, but in how we look to ourselves - and… — Simon Van Booy Beautiful Copy Share Image
“Music is only a mystery to people who want it explained. Music and love are the same.” — Simon Van Booy Copy Share Image
Death is the most sophisticated form of beauty, and the most difficult to accept. — Simon Van Booy Copy Share Image
The beauty of artifacts is in how they reassure us we’re not the first to die. — Simon Van Booy Copy Share Image
I didn’t know who she was, but I had this fire inside me for someone I knew existed. — Simon Van Booy Copy Share Image
Grief is a room without doors - but somehow, with its tinsel and cliches, Christmas finds a way in. — Simon Van Booy Christmas Copy Share Image
“...I like stories very much,” the priest said. “They help me understand myself better.” — Simon Van Booy Knowledge Copy Share Image
For those who are lost, there will always be cities that feel like home. — Simon Van Booy Cities Copy Share Image
Anyone who is desperate or alone will agree there is comfort in routine. — Simon Van Booy Copy Share Image
Whether you know it or not, we leave parts of ourselves wherever we go. — Simon Van Booy Copy Share Image
“You can’t explain love” he said out loud. “That’s how it gets ruined.” — Simon Van Booy Copy Share Image
