Цитаты из книги Тепло наших тел

Я краду у живого то, чего не хватает мне. Он исчезает — я остаюсь. Таков нерушимый закон безумного небесного законотворца — простой, но бессмысленный.

- Если прошлое - это история, факты... Наверное, будущее - это надежда. - Или страх.

Я не заслуживаю их — этих теплых, живых воспоминаний. Я нарисовал бы их на голой стене моей души, но, что бы я ни тронул кистью, краска осыпается вместе со штукатуркой.

Если я цветущая ветвь на древе смерти — пусть мои листья облетят.

Музыка — это жизнь! Это материальное воплощение эмоции — ее потрогать можно! Это неоновая метаэнергия, сцеженная из человеческих душ и превращенная в звуковые волны, специально чтобы твои уши могли ее воспринимать!

I wonder if I've expressed anything at all with my halting, mumbled soliloquy. Are my words ever actually audible, or do they just echo in my head while people stare at me, waiting?

You and I are victims of the same disease. We're fighting the same war, just different battles in different theatres,and it's way too late for me to hate you for anything, because we're the same damn thing. My soul, your conscience,whatever's left of me woven into whatever's left of you, all tangled up and conjoined. We're in this together,corpse.

I want to repair the world I've helped destroy.

...and we'll see what happens when we say Yes while this rigor mortis world screams No.

Even in my bravest moment, I am a coward.

"What's wrong with people?" she says, almost too quiet for me to hear. "Were they born with parts missing or did it fall out somewhere along the way?"

But I'm not afraid of the skeletons in Julie's closet. I look forward to meeting the rest of them, looking them hard in the eye, giving them firm, bone-crunching handshakes.

But it does make me sad that we've forgotten our names. Out of everything, this seems to me the most tragic. I miss my own and I mourn for everyone else's, because I'd like to love them, but I don't know who they are

The past is made out of facts...I guess the future is just hope.

Wanting change is step one, but step two is taking it.

It frustrates and fascinates me that we'll never know for sure, that despite the best efforts of historians and scientists and poets, there are some things we'll just never know. What the first song sounded like. How it felt to see the first photograph. Who kissed the first kiss, and if it was any good.

We are where we are, however we got here. What matters is where we go next.

What wonderful thing didn't start out scary?

In my mind I am eloquent; I can climb intricate scaffolds of words to reach the highest cathedral ceilings and paint my thoughts. But when I open my mouth, everything collapses.

Или мы простоя боялись? – недоумевают голоса. – Если страх правил нами в лучшие времена, разве справились бы мы с худшими? Конечно нет – мы окружили себя самым высоким забором, какой нашли.