Simon Van Booy
Simon Van Booy
Simon Van Booy is a British-American writer who lives in the United States. He grew up in rural Wales, but has lived in Kentucky, Paris, Athens, New York City and the Hamptons. Love Begins in Winter won the 2009 Frank O'Connor International Short Story Award...
NationalityBritish
ProfessionWriter
hurt imagine hurts-someone
It's tempting to imagine how we could hurt someone close, because it reminds us how fiercely we love them.
believe world want
I want to feel it somehow happened like that because things happen for a reason. I want to believe this more than anything because if it were just an accident, then God must have died before he could finish the world.
drinking reflection water
Language is like drinking from one's own reflection in still water. We only take from it what we are at the time.
everyday-things everyday
Life just swallows you up, doesn't it?Just swallows you up with its everyday things
love-is next excitement
You can't put a price on the rituals of love, because you never know what will happen next. I suppose fear is part of the excitement and we can't have one without the other.
crush masterpiece ifs
Every day is a masterpiece, even if it crushes you.
reading might matter
Reading reassures us that no matter how alone we might feel, there are many others - spread as wide as history itself - who have felt the same way we have, who have occupied the rooms we find ourselves locked in at various points of our lives.
boys people paper
I tried to convey to the boy how people's lives are often altered by curved lines read slowly from paper, sand, or stone.
grief trying body
In the end I didn't know who I was crying for, but it was something my body wanted to do, as though trying to digest grief.
people and-love want
Music is only a mystery to people who want it explained. Music and love are the same.
love-is land maps
Language is like looking at a map of somewhere. Love is living there and surviving on the land.
beautiful children father
When Bach died some of his children sold his scores to the butcher they had decided the paper was more useful for wrapping meat. In a small village in Germany a father brought home a limp goose wrapped in paper that was covered with strange and beautiful symbols.
people wonder happens
Where are people going? I wonder what they hope will happen and what they are afraid of? For me it's the same thing and has to do with being loved.
distance love-is thinking
I think living with the absence of someone we love is like living in front of a mountain from which a person - a speck in the distance, on some distance ridge - is perpetually waving.