47 Quotes by David Arnold

Strange, how a person could create something they didn’t understand. But maybe that was what made art great: Who cares where it comes from, so long as it comes from you?

In the beginning, there was nothing. Then the world. Then people, but no art. Then people made art. Then people died. Now there is art, but no people. And that’s how it went. That’s how it went. But only for a little while. Years passed. The old died and the young grew. And some became artists. And now there are people again. And art. There are people and art together, the way it’s supposed to be.

Sometimes I wonder if I’m the only twelve-year-old in the world.

People say home is where the heart is, but I think maybe home is the heart

It occurred to her that this was true friendship: a person in your life who was willing to walk through strange doors into dark places, so long as they could walk there with you.

And even though things are heavy right now, it occurs to me how happy I am just to be with my friends. Sure, I'd love to kiss-hug-marry-hold Beck, but for now, I'm happy just to be with him. Sometimes being with gets overlooked I think.

But in a world consumed by Flies, kids were adults and adults were nowhere. How long you’d been alive only meant something when life itself wasn’t a luxury.

The longer you hold onto an apology, the harder it is to give.

What if … what if … what if … I play the What If? game all the time. But it’s rigged, is the thing. Impossible to win. Asking What If? can only lead to Maybe Things Could Have Been Different, via Was It My Fault?