That night she admitted her compulsion to escape. She was worried that if my father drowned, or I disappeared, she would be left with nothing. By running away at least she would have the joy of knowing she was missed.
Simon Van BooyLanguage is like looking at a map of somewhere. Love is living there and surviving on the land.
Simon Van BooyI think music is what language once aspired to be. Music allows us to face God on our own terms because it reaches beyond life.
Simon Van BooyTags: life music inspiration god
When small drops began to fall and darken the world in penny-shaped circles, no one around him scurried for cover. For lonely people, rain is a chance to be touched.
Simon Van BooyMy old geography professor once told his class how the music, paintings, sculptures, and books of the world are mirror in which people see versions of themselves.
Simon Van BooyIt had rained, she said, and I imagined the beads of small water on the windshield like a thousand eyes, or each drop a small imperfect reflection of a perfect moment.
Simon Van BooyI wonder if things can happen too early or too late or if everything happens at exactly the right time. If so, how sad and beautiful.
Simon Van BooyHands have their own language.
Simon Van BooyFor lonely people, rain is a chance to be touched.
Simon Van BooyFor some people, life is the process of knocking through walls to get out. For others, it is the building of walls.
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