Quotes from Andrew Davidson

What an unexpected reversal of fate: only after my skin was burned away did I finally become able to feel. Only after I was born into physical repulsiveness did I come to glimpse the possibilities of the heart: I accepted this atrocious face and abominable body because they were forcing me to overcome the limitations of who I am, while my previous body allowed me to hide them. I am not a hero in soul and never will be, but I am better than I was.

Vanity is both a great motivator and a great deceiver, and the idea of leaving behind an everlasting legacy can spur even the most cautious person to proceed recklessly.

Our "conversation" was a kaleidoscope of brilliant vibrations.

Just as I was beginning my drift into unconsciousness, there was an explosion. Not a movie explosion but a small real-life explosion, like the ignition of an unhappy gas oven that holds a grudge against its owner.

Forte come la morte è l'amore, tenace come gli Inferi è la passione." La morte separa l'anima dal corpo, ma l'amore separa ogni cosa dall'anima. (Meister Eckhart - Sermone Nascita eterna)

He recoils at the sight of me. Are they suppose to do that?

As the paramedics lifted her, my grandmother's corpulent arms swung like bat wings with the life squeezed out of them.

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.

I do not believe," whispered Father Sunder, "in any God that considers love to be a sin.

My flesh began to singe as if I were a scrap of meat newly thrown onto the barbecue, and then i could hear the bubbling of my skin as the flames kissed it.

As Blake wrote in The Marriage of Heaven and Hell: "You never know what is enough unless you know what is more than enough.

Nella vita le sventure ci colgono di sorpresa, spesso con violenza, proprio come l'amore.

I'm rediscovering my backbone, which is a good start.

Belief in a better future is an amazing gift.

In those days, you must understand, children were basically thought to be inadequate adults. A child's nature was not something that could be developed, because character was set at birth; childhood was a period of revelation, not development, so when my language abilities appeared they were thought to have always existed, placed there by God, waiting to be made known.

He was evidently a most captivating good-time Charlie, quick with his dick and quicker to split.

As in any proper fairy tale, there's a majick formula, in this case called the Rule of Nines.

While I'm not claiming that I now feel great love for all people, I can state with some confidence that I hate fewer people than I used to. This may seem like a weak claim to personal growth, but sometimes these things should be judged by distance traveled rather than by current position.

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

Sometimes love outlasts even death.

Morphine is like a religious zealot on a mission; it searches for body parts to convert, offering milk-and-honeyed dreams to flow sluggishly through your veins.

There is no logical reason to believe in God. There are emotional reasons, certainly, but I cannot have faith that nothing is somethings simply because it would be reassuring.

I could hear the hiss of various gases escaping the engine and the tires still spinning outside, above, and there was the creak of metal settling as the car stopped rocking, a pathetic turtle on its back.

Everyone's past, I try to rationalize, is nothing more than the collection of memories they choose to remember.