Dying’s a fearful popular activity these days so we often double ’em up.
The only true test of friendship is the time your friend spends on you.
I’m a person of the mountains and the open paddocks and the big empty sky, that’s me, and I knew if I spent too long away from all that I’d die; I don’t know what of, I just knew I’d die.
It’d be funny if one of them was called Gavin. Funny but irrelevant.
We kill all the caterpillars, then complain there are no butterflies.
How strange it would now — like speaking without a voice. Is that what music is then, a ventriloquist with his doll ?
We believed we were safe. That was the big fantasy.
My survival was up to me. I had nothing and I had no one. What I did have, I told myself, was my mind, my imagination, my memory, my feelings, my spirit. These were important and powerful things.
What’s the Future? It’s a blank sheet of paper, and we draw lines on it, but sometimes our hand is held, and the lines we draw aren’t the lines we wanted.
Life’s harder, the deeper you feel things, was all I could think as I put the books away. Feelings, who needs them? Sometimes they’re like a gift, when you feel love or happiness. Sometimes they’re a curse.
It’s good to keep changing your mind. It shows you’re thinking. I’ll only stop changing my mind when I’m dead. And maybe not even then.
The Bible just said ‘Thou shalt not kill’, then told hundreds of stories of people killing each other and becoming heroes, like David with Goliath.
Some people wake up drowsy. Some people wake up energized. I wake up dead.
We’ll never feel safe again, and so it’s bye-bye innocence. It’s been nice knowing you, but you’re gone now.