"It snowed the morning she left Liverpool for New York. That’s how I knew that I would marry the woman drinking coffee—when she asked me if snow made a sound when it fell. She wrote this question on the palm of her hand."

— Simon Van Booy, Snow Falls And Then Disappears

"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."

— Simon Van Booy, Everything is a Beautiful Trick

"Perhaps we are each allotted only a certain amount of love — enough only for an intial meeting — a serendipitous clumsiness. When it leaves to find others, the difficulty begins because we are faced with our humanness, our past, our very being."

— Simon Van Booy, The World Laughs in Flowers

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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 distant ridge—is perpetually waving.

In youth, we wave back to the figure on the cliff.

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— Simon Van Booy, Everything is a Beautiful Trick

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I want to take my bodyboard into the water, not for myself, nor for my comrades, but for Mina. I want to surf along the lip of one of those waves; I want the sea to carry my unceasing love to their still bodies, I want the sea to tell them I’ve found someone I want to marry and that I have to say good-bye…

Most of all, I want to believe that being picked to help on the tug was no accident. I want to feel it somehow happened like that because things happen for a reason. I want to believe this more than anything.

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— Simon Van Booy, "As Much Below As Up Above"

"With the lights out, I can see people’s lives unfold. A person’s life is a slow flash, and I watch my neighbors argue, make up, make love, and fry meat. I can tell that one of my neighbors is unhappy, because he sits by the telephone and sometimes picks it up to make sure he can hear a dial tone, but it never rings when he’s at home."

Little Birds, Simon Van Booy