Quotes by Julian Gough

You said you didnt want to get involved with me,that one of us would get hurt and how you couldnt bear it. Well that just isnt good enough..Look what happens to people just living their lives. They get hurt, its not fair they get hurt but they do, all the time, no matter how careful they are. Somebody can just just come along and hurt them, for no stupid reason..

Hurt is a part of life. To be honest, I think hurt is a part of happiness, that our definition of happiness has gotten very narrow lately, very nervous, a little afraid of this brawling, fabulous, unpredictable world.

Love, I thought to myself abstractedly. Not This is love or Is this love? Not a sentence, not a certainty, not a thought with moving parts or direction. Just love, all of it, as it is. Whether its enough or not. Wthether its real or were making it up. However shoddy it gets, or bent out of shape. Its still extraordinary. However foolish, however vain. However badly it ends. Love.

The novel cannot submit to authority.

Reasons arent really things that make you do other things. Reasons are things that you make up, much later, to reassure everyone that we are all logical and that the world makes sense. We do unreasonable things, because we want to, at the time. No reason. Much later we sit in the wreckage, building reasons out of little bits of wreckage, so well have something to show the crash investigators. Look, this is what caused it. So the whole mess at least appears reasonable. So we can convince ourselves that at least there was a reason for the disaster, something we can prevent or avoid, so itll never happen again. But a lot of the time theres no reason. We just flew it to the ground. Because we felt like it. And were still dangerous. And it could happen again anytime. Its easier to live with each other afterwards if we give each other reasons.

“Hurt is a part of life. To be honest, I think hurt is a part of happiness, that our definition of happiness has gotten very narrow lately, very nervous, a little afraid of this brawling, fabulous, unpredictable world.”

“Love, I thought to myself abstractedly. Not This is love or Is this love? Not a sentence, not a certainty, not a thought with moving parts or direction. Just love, all of it, as it is. Whether its enough or not. Wthether its real or were making it up. However shoddy it gets, or bent out of shape. Its still extraordinary. However foolish, however vain. However badly it ends. Love.”

“You said you didnt want to get involved with me,that one of us would get hurt and how you couldnt bear it. Well that just isnt good enough..Look what happens to people just living their lives. They get hurt, its not fair they get hurt but they do, all the time, no matter how careful they are. Somebody can just just come along and hurt them, for no stupid reason..”