24 Quotes by Craig Davidson

As far as I was concerned, there was nothing wrong with being an odd duck. I figured some people have edges that don’t allow them to slot into the holes society expects them to fit into, that was all.

Love is a sickness. Some kind of a pathogen existing above all explanation.

No boy owes his parents. Parents owe their children everything, always and unconditionally, and that’s just the way it goes.

It boiled down to this: it’s a lot harder to love than to hate. Harder to be there for those you love – to see them get older, get sick, be taken from you in sudden awful ways. Hate’s dead simple. You can hate an utter stranger from a thousand miles away. It asks nothing of you. It eats you from the inside out but it takes no effort or thought at all.” – Craig Davidson from Cataract City.

For some of the kids on my bus, the deviation is so small: an imperfection in the DNA strand so tiny that an electron microscope cranked to 100,000X magnification shows but a shadow. A knot of rogue atoms. Weightless. A body forms itself around that anomaly, and next comes a life, and the lives of that person’s family.

How deeply do any of us know our own selves? Ask yourself. We hold a picture of how we wish to be and hope it goes forever unchallenged. Passing through life never pursuing aspects of our natures with which we’d rather not reckon. Dying strangers to ourselves.

How many seconds separate Jake or any of us from those burdens of fate? Three? Five? At some point in our lives, the cut may have been that fine. Who can say, and perhaps it is not worth pondering. But we do, don’t we? We gnaw on that bone of possibility until our teeth are dull and our skulls throb. There are other life-lines than the one we landed on, and we can taste it.

So you’re lost, uh? Happens a lot out here. You walk around for days, seeing things, losing your bearings, crying out for God, But He can’t hear you. You can scream and scream but nobody’ll ever hear you.

You and I are cobbled out of carbon cells that were once other things entirely. We could have a carbon cell in one of our elbows that was once part of a trilobite’s tail. Or a cell from Atilla the Hun’s moustache in our eye. Or an ancient lotus petal in our tonsils.