Quotes from Andrew Davidson

Christ, I'm in Hell and they wear uniforms.

I have no idea whether beginning with my accident was the best decision, as I've never written a book before. Truth be told, I started with the crash because I wanted to catch your interest and drag you into the story. You're still reading, so it seems to have worked.

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

Hell is a choice because salvation is available to anyone who seeks it.

The problem with people like us is that we don't die properly.

Vanity is both a great motivator and a great deceiver.

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.

Defeat itself is defeated by the embrace of defeat...

Every Good Friday, this anchored but ever-changing anniversary of my accident, I go to the little creek that saved my life and light one more candle. I offer thanks for two facts: that I am one year older, and that I am one year closer to death.

The serpent tries to engulf my head. No, not a snake, an oxygen mask.

What do I do next?' 'Maybe it's your time to wait too.' She dug the heels of her boots firmly into the ground and set her shoulders more stiffly against the sea breeze. 'Love is an action you must repeat ceaselessly.

Personally, I believe it's a poor idea to tell a seven-year-old girl that God's tremendous plan is to incinerate her lungs.

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

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.

The burn unit is often the most distant wing of a hospital, because burn victims are so susceptible to infection that they must be kept away from other patients. More important, perhaps, is that the placement minimizes the chance of visitors stumbling across a Kentucky Fried Human.

She says the problem with most Christians is that they show up once a week to pray that God's will be done- and when it is, they complain.

Love is a delicate thing that needs to be cosseted and protected. Love is not robust and love is not unyielding. Love can crumble under a few harsh words, or be tossed away with a handful of careless actions. Love isn't a steadfast dog at all; love is more like a pygmy mouse lemur.

There's the smell of the devil's mischievousness, a pitchfork in your ass and sulfur in your mouth. The Bastard's there, all right, don't doubt it.

The most difficult thing about writing, I'm discovering, is not the act of constructing the sentences themselves. It's deciding what to put in, and where, and what to leave out. I'm constantly second-guessing myself. I chose the accident, but I could just as easily have started with any point during my thirty-five years of life before that. Why not start with: " I was born in the year 19-, in the city of -?

The best a man can do is to remain silent, because any time he prates on about God, he is committing the sin of lying. The true master knows that if he had a God he could understand, he would never hold Him to be God.

The cliché goes that at twenty a person has the face that God gave him, but at forty he has the face he has earned.

How could you escape a past that was so determined to make you pay?

logic is useless in the face of obsession

How deep was the grim sorter of the dark and the foul going to send me?