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Don’t swear off all the fruits just because you ate one bad apple.

Because while a book, a painting, a song, a piece of pottery, a tree can outlive us, none of those things will exist forever. But love is an energy. It’s infinite.

Happiness as a consequence of choice.

It is impossible to become less of yourself by doing something you really wanna do. You can only become less by not doing it.

Gravity is Earth’s way of keeping our spirits on the ground.

Everyone is always one decision away from a completely different life.

I am of the theory that all of our transcendental connections, anything we’re drawn to, be it a person, a song, a painting on a wall – they’re magnetic. The art is the alloy, so to speak. And our souls are equipped with whatever properties are required to attract that alloy. I’m no scientist so I don’t really know what the hell these properties are, but my point is we’re drawn to stuff we’ve already got a connection to. Part of the thing is already inside of us.

I’ve got my girl and my guitar, and for me that’s enough.

I’m not messy. I’m rebelling against folding.

I have dinner with you at least three times a week. You think now that you’ve licked ice cream from my belly button that’s going to stop?

I’d never seen a grown man cry like that before, so unself-consciously, so unashamedly. I didn’t know if he was crying for what he’d lost, or for what he’d never had, but there was a beauty in his tears that moved me more than I could ever explain with words – a beauty in the honesty of his sadness, in the grace of it’s purity. It was holy water raining down from the clouds in his eyes, falling to the sand then being carried back to the source from which it came – his blessed sea.

To Jacob the act of critiquing art was essentially imprecise. That’s why he didn’t read reviews on anything he liked, be it a book, a movie, or a record. He believed that any work an artist puts forth which contains the truth as he or she sees it is worthy of consideration, and any commentary of the work beyond that is nothing more than pure individual opinion and should not be considered relevant to the work itself.

Some people think art is pretending, but to me it’s the opposite. It’s the one place where you can’t pretend.

Jacob was the only person I’d ever met, besides myself, who believed music was a cosmic language that spoke directly to our souls – to ease our pain, and to remind us we weren’t alone.

The minute Jacob learned his father’s life had become what, in relation to him it had been all along, an apparition, is when I saw desire begins to fade from his eyes. Jacob searched harder than ever for meaning in his being. His body had been orphaned long before, but this time, Thomas Doorley had taken his soul. Because a soul never truly loses hope until hope has turned to ashes, or has been buried six feet underground.

Lying next to Eliza, I had the feeling I had I’d just found something I didn’t even know I’d lost.

Everyone feels that void. Everyone who has the balls to look inside themselves, anyway. It’s what life’s all about... A search.

I’d never been on the beach at that hour; it was mystical, deserted. The sky was perfectly clear and the moon was a spotlight illuminated just for us, lighting up the water, turning it into a giant sheet of glass. The tide was calm; it flowed in and out in a slow rhythm, like lovers.

That’s exactly how he looked the last time I saw him – floating around, entangled in the moon.

I would have remembered the good stuff. Nobody ever remembers the good stuff.

The phrase what I want struck me. It contains so much entitlement, so many complications, but encompasses only what a person doesn’t have.

There’s nothing like heartbreak to crack a person wide open. But the cracks can sometimes act as reservoirs too.

Sometimes I would open my eyes when we were kissing, I would watch him and I could see it. I could actually see LOVE – not words, not an emotion, not an abstract concept or a subjective state of mind, but a living, breathing thing.

That’s the only way I could describe the music. It was the sonic equivalent of flight.

I’m almost thirty and my day job is folding shirts at the Gap. Have you seen my room? I’m not messy. I’m rebelling against folding.

We hovered above the moment like two rain clouds.

And when Paul dove to embrace me, the look on his face was one of absolute, perfect joy – the kind of joy that can’t be reproached, stolen, or marred – the kind that only the innocent or the ignorant are capable of experiencing.

That’s why you have to save the dying man. Because you want him around to keep saving you.

Committing suicide so as not to be murdered is the worst reason I’ve ever heard of to die.

I’d never seen that look on another face before, had never identified it in another person. I’d only met with it in fiction. But everyone falls in love with Holden Caulfield when they’re sixteen. They read Catcher in the Rye and don’t feel so alone.

Talent? That’s not talent. Talent is Liza Minnelli tap dancing and singing at the same time. What I just saw was devastation. Dying man on the cross. Salvation in B minor.

For me, the release was a spot in time with no past and no future. Just the extraordinary simplicity of a moment – the kind of moment that has a funny way of making a person believe that life and love can last forever.

There’s nothing worse than falling in love with a person over and over every time you lay eyes on them, especially when you hate their goddamn guts.

I try to find meaning anywhere I can. It’s the only way I know how to validate my existence.

We had pathetically simple dreams: to do meaningful work that we could be proud of, to be together, and to be happy.

If you want me you’re going to have to come and get me.

There’s a big difference between being alone and being lonely. And I’m guessing that once you’ve discovered this distinction you can’t go back to solitary confinement without serious emotional repercussions.

Forget the noose. Forget the Iron Maiden. Forget the electric chair or the guillotine. The mind was mankind’s most painful torture chamber, the blessed liberty to cogitate offering either doom or salvation, depending on one’s disposition.

Emily didn’t search to belong, she searched to be lost.

No one commits suicide because they want to die.

I like to say I don’t believe in mystics. I don’t believe in fate. I don’t believe in destiny or kismet. I don’t believe in God. I don’t believe in anything. But I believe in the possibility of everything.

The days will always be brighter because he existed. The nights will always be darker because he’s gone.

And if my aunt had balls she’d be my uncle.

Fate is just another word for people’s choices coming to a head. Destiny, coincidence, whatever you name it. It inevitably lies in our hands.

Bottom line, Eliza – you’re my home and my family, and I don’t want to lose you. I could lose everything else, and as long as I still had you and a guitar I know I’d be all right. Do you get what I’m saying?

As usual, no one’s ever around when you need them.

Anything less than mad, passionate, extraordinary love is a waste of time. There are too many mediocre things in life to deal with and love shouldn’t be one of them.

Tell me what you listen to, and I’ll tell you who you are.

there are certain sorrows that never fade away until the heart stops beating and the last breath is taken.

God Shaped Hole: A Novel Quotes

Doug said the America he knew then was now the home of the lost, the confused, and the greedy. He said we live in a country that values commerce over art, a country that allows mediocre talents to thrive and breed and poison the airwaves, movie screens, television, and printed word like toxic chemicals in the water supply.

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