Simon Van Booy is a British-born writer, currently living in the United States. His short story collection, Love Begins in Winter, won the 2009 Frank O'Connor International Short Story Award.
I think music is what language once aspired to be. Music allows us to face God on our own terms because it reaches beyond life.
Children are the closest we have to wisdom and they become adults the moment that final drop of everything mysterious is strained from them.
Every moment is the paradox of now or never.
I wanted to explain that trusting is harder than being trusted.
Hands have their own language.
The beauty of artifacts is in how they reassure us we’re not the first to die.
You were unsure which pain is worse -- the shock of what happened or the ache for what never will.
Reading reassures us that no matter how alone we might feel, there are many others - spread as wide as history itself - who have felt the same way we have, who have occupied the rooms we find ourselves locked in at various points of our lives.
Love is also a violence, and cannot be undone.
When I was in my early twenties, I fell in love at least 20 times a day. You have to be with someone where you think: if the world was full of people like you, I could not be monogamous. As you get older, you get to know yourself a little more. The older you get, the more you realize what you need. And you also realize how your choice in relationships is influenced by how you grew up. Now I feel like I've explored the dynamic of how I grew up, and I'm free to find someone who's really going to be a wonderful companion.
Coincidences mean you're on the right path.
I think anyone can fall in love, if you're open and you're willing, but the real test is sustaining it after all the excitement has worn off.
Love between strangers takes only a few seconds and can last a whole life.
Life can unmoor so many feelings; it is a relief we sleep through it. Night unravels the day and reinvents it for the first time. We may mean nothing to time, but to each other we are kings and queens, and the world is a wild benevolent garden filled with chance meetings and unexplained departures.
Music is only a mystery to people who want it explained. Music and love are the same.
But those who seek only reassurance from life will never be more than tourists—seeing everything and trying to possess what can only be felt. Beauty is the shadow of imperfection.
Even if you have loved only once in your life, you're ruined.
Succes is really nothing more than the record of failure. To be successful means you must be willing to fail more than anyone else.
Language is like looking at a map of somewhere. Love is living there and surviving on the land.
Language is like drinking from one's own reflection in still water. We only take from it what we are at the time.