Andrew Davidson Quotes

My skin will never work like that again, so aware of the other person that I'm unsure where she ends and I begin. Never again. Never again will my skin be a thing that can so perfectly communicate; in losing my skin to the fire, I also lost the opportunity to make it disappear with another person.

If you listen to the wind very carefully, you'll be able to hear me whisper my love for you.

You are mine,I am yours; you may be sure of this. You've been locked inside my heart, the key has been thrown away; within it, you must always stay.

Accidents ambush the unsuspecting, often violently, just like love.

Heaven is an idea constructed by man to help him cope with the fact that life on earth is both brutally short and, paradoxically, far too long.

Didn't anyone ever tell you that the mouth is the front gate of all misfortune?

You never know what is enough unless you know what is more than enough.

There I lay, wearing dead people as armor against death.

…She kissed me on my thin lips and all my words were pushed back into my mouth.
“I don’t want to die,” she whispered, “but I need to lose the shackles of this multitude of hearts.

There is no logical reason to believe in God. There are emotional reasons, certainly, but I cannot have faith that nothing is something simply because it would be reassuring. I can no more believe in God than I can believe an invisible monkey lives in my ass; however, I would believe in both if they could be scientifically proven.

Some day soon," Lance said, "you'll walk out of here and have to decide how you're going to live the rest of your lives. Will you be defined by what other people see, or by the essence of your soul?

Coincidentally, a good age for a Japanese girl is younger than twenty five, because that's when she turns into a 'Christmas Cake'. Christmas cakes, as everyone knows, are desirable before the twenty fifth but afterward quickly become stale and are put on the shelf.

Everything burns if the flame is hot enough. The world is nothing but a crucible.

Love is as strong as death, as hard as hell.

The urge is always with me to retouch yesterday's canvas with today's paintbrush and cover the things that fill me with regret..

...so when you didn't mention marriage again I assumed that you had been talking idly, the way men do when they're feeling romantic.

I envy all suffering, because suffering is necessary to become spiritually beautiful.

What is it like to wear another person’s skin?”
“I don’t have a good answer for that,” I said. “It hurts.”
“Can you remember their stories? Can you feel the love that they felt?

I am not a hero in soul and never will be, but I am better than I was. Or so I tell myself; and for now, that is enough.