“She told me that while my father’s body might be crushed under tons of black earth, the body is nothing but camouflage. She whispered that every soul is a river trying to find its way back to the sea.” — Simon Van Booy Copy Share Image
“I think we keep these moments of rejection and acceptance very close. I think we carry them always, like cracked shells from which a… — Simon Van Booy Copy Share Image
I suppose the key to a good life is to gently overlook the truth and hope that at any moment we can all be… — Simon Van Booy Copy Share Image
“When he smiles, they mostly look away. But Martin likes to think they carry his smile for a few blocks – that even the… — Simon Van Booy Copy Share Image
Succes is really nothing more than the record of failure. To be successful means you must be willing to fail more than anyone else. — Simon Van Booy Copy Share Image
I wonder if things can happen too early or too late or if everything happens at exactly the right time. If so, how sad… — 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 those who… — Simon Van Booy Copy Share Image
But say you do find the right people - how do you love them without smothering them?...How do you not suffocate them with all… — Simon Van Booy Copy Share Image
We touched with a softness that pushed through the skin into memory, like arms plunged into a river - we could feel the weight… — Simon Van Booy Copy Share Image
When I was in my early twenties, I fell in love at least 20 times a day. You have to be with someone where… — Simon Van Booy Copy Share Image
“It had rained, she said, and I imagined the beads of small water on the windshield like a thousand eyes, or each drop a… — Simon Van Booy Copy Share Image
The most frustrating part of trying to direct everything is not that it alienates you from people who genuinely want to help, but that… — Simon Van Booy Copy Share Image
Writers are often alone when they work. Hours pass in silence as one long moment; light fades as day turns back to face the… — Simon Van Booy Copy Share Image
