248 Quotes by Shaun David Hutchinson

I wanted him to kiss me, to kiss away everything that had happened. To kiss me until time reversed and we were back in my bedroom. But you can’t live in the past; you can only visit. I wasn’t sure what was happening between us, but I didn’t want it to happen without me.

You spend your life hoarding memories against the day you’ll lack the energy to go out and make new ones, because that’s the comfort of the old age. The ability to look back at your life and know that you left your mark on the world. But I’m losing my memories, it’s like someone’s broken into my piggy bank and is robbing me one penny at a time. It’s happening so slowly, I can hardly tell what’s missing.

You believe no one is watching because it helps you sleep at night, but someone is always watching.

I know,” I say, slapping the ash off my palm. The words rush from my mouth before she says them. It’s easier to hear it in my own voice. “I ruined your body. Killed your husband.

Jesse believed stories were the collective memories of the world, recorded in books so that each of us could know who we were before we became who we are. He said that’s why people love The Catcher in the Rye when they’re teenagers, but fall out of love with it as adults. We’re all Holden Caulfield at fifteen, but when we grow up we want to be Atticus Finch.

You have to write about yourself before you can write about anything else.

The only fear a guy felt when he asked out a girl was fear that she might reject him. He didn’t worry that she might gather a few of her friends, surprise him afterward in a dark parking lot on his way home from work, tie him up, torture and beat him, and then leave him to die. He never had to worry that, even if she said yes, they’d have to pretend to only be friends when they were in public, because if they didn’t someone might spit on them or call them names or attack them.

Your entire sense of self-worth is predicated upon your belief that you matter, that you matter to the universe. But you don’t. Because we are the ants.

My life would keep going on until the day it didn’t, and I could either make the best of it or waste it wishing for what I didn’t and might never have.