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
children legacy loved-ones
It’s the greatest legacy you could ever leave your children or your loved ones: the history of how you felt.
writing royal irony
Royal Young's writing is that rare blend of irony and beauty.
love-is lasts stranger
Love between strangers takes only a few seconds and can last a whole life.
children finals adults
Children are the closest we have to wisdom and they become adults the moment that final drop of everything mysterious is strained from them.
rain airports sight
If there is such a thing as marriage, it takes place long before the ceremony; in a car on the way to the airport; or as a gray bedrooms fills with dawn, one lover watching the other; or as two strangers stand together in the rain with no bus in sight, arms weighed down with shopping bags. You don't know then. But later you realize - that was the moment.
sleep hands years
They haven't made love for years but sleep holding hands
book thinking should
I read books because I love them, not because I think I should read them.
acceptance thinking rejection
I think we keep these moments of rejection and acceptance very close. I think we carry them always, like cracked shells from which a part of us once hatched.
lying circumstances
There are some lies that, under the right circumstances, are the only truth
wall people life-is
For some people, life is the process of knocking through walls to get out. For others, it is the building of walls.
mean successful records
Succes is really nothing more than the record of failure. To be successful means you must be willing to fail more than anyone else.
past boundaries grows
The present grows within the boundaries of the past.
queens kings mean
Life can unmoor so many feelings; it is a relief we sleep through it. Night unravels the day and reinvents it for the first time. We may mean nothing to time, but to each other we are kings and queens, and the world is a wild benevolent garden filled with chance meetings and unexplained departures.
memories disappointment thinking
I think people would be happier if they admitted things more often. In a sense we are all prisoners of some memory, or fear, or disappointment - we are all defined by something we can’t change.