Quotes by Simon Cheshire

On my website theres a quote from the writer Anthony Burgess: The greatest gift is the passion for reading. It is cheap, it consoles, it distracts, it excites, it gives you knowledge of the world and experience of a wide kind. Ive always found that inspiring because the written word, as an art form, is unlike any other: movies, TV, music, theyre shared experiences, but books arent like that. The relationship between a writer and a reader is utterly unique to those two individuals. The world that forms in your head as you read a book will be slightly different to that experienced by every other reader. Anywhere. Ever. Reading is very personal, a communication from one mind to another, something which cant be exactly copied, or replicated, or directly shared. If I read the work of, say, one of the great Victorian novelists, its like a gift from the past, a momentary connection to anothers thoughts. Their ideas are down on paper, to be picked up by me, over a century later. Writers can speak individually to readers across a year, or ten years, or a thousand. Thats why I love books.

Music is very personal. It means different things to different people. To you it means belonging. To me it means knowing I exist.

You cant be like pop stars, but you can be part of their story. You can be their fan.

I suppose what I mean is, I never felt like I was part of a gang. No, thats the wrong word. Part of a MOVEMENT! Thats it. It feels like theres a swirling, shining wind of change sweeping right at you, sweeping over everyone, and youre inside it. It feels like there is something that transcends you, that goes beyond whatever you are, that is great and whole and good. Great, because when it all comes together its so much more than all its individual pieces. Whole because youre part of it and if you werent, then both you and it would be diminished. Good because at its core is pure talent and skill, like you know youll never have yourself.

Gran follows recipes by looking at picture—to the eye, delicious; to the tongue, boiled socks. Makes you wanna cry really.

How can you claim to have a passionate interest in something, and then make no effort to properly understand it?

“There are some moments you feel like youll remember forever. Rare, still moments when everything is NOW, as if everything has been stopped and hushed so that you can take it all in. When things are just as they should be, and everyone is one your side, and the whole world makes sense [...] Suddenly, theres peace, perfection, happiness. In that one, tiny moment of time.”