Quotes by Tommy Wallach

Why had he assumed time was some sort of infinite resource? Now the hourglass had busted open, and what he’d always assumed was just a bunch of sand turned out to be a million tiny diamonds.

Karass: A group of people linked in a cosmically significant manner, even when superficial linkages are not evident

Life isnt sugarcoated. Why should coffee be?

People dont like getting older, but they do like changing. Staying the same is a kind of death.

When change loses its magic, then there really isnt anything left to live for.

People dont like getting older, but they do like changing

Exactly. The dots guy. Ive always thought getting older was a bit like looking at those paintings. Youre born, and thats when youre standing right up next to the canvas. Nothing makes any sense. Theres just a lot of light and color. But as you get older, you begin to back away, and thats when the image starts to cohere. All those little spots of color turn into flowers, or people, or dogs. You gain perspective.

Fiction described reality better than non-fiction.

Young people feel things so deeply, dont they? she said quietly, almost to herself. Everythings happening for the first time.

Red Rover, Red Rover, send Ardor right over, Eliza said. They laughed. The asteroid was a little bigger now, brighter, and still they went on laughing. Laughing in the face of what they couldnt predict or change or control. Would it be fire and brimstone? Would it be Armageddon? Or would it be a second chance? Eliza held tight to her friends, laughing, and a pair of hands land soft as feathers on her shoulders, like the hands of a ghost, laughing and laughing as Ardor swept along its fated course, laughing and through that laughter, praying. Praying for forgiveness. Praying for grace. Praying for mercy. 0

The best books, they dont talk about things you never thought about before. They talk about things youd always thought about, but that you didnt think anyone else had thought about. You read them, and suddenly youre a little bit less alone in the world.

It occurred to Anita that hatred and dislike and even indifference were all luxuries, born of the mistaken belief that anything could last forever.

Anita felt like she finally understood why love was symbolized by the grotesque pumping organ, always threatening to clog, or break, or attack. Because the heart was the bodys engine, and love was an act of the body. Your mind could tell you who to hate or respect or envy, but only your body--your nostrils and your mouth and the wide, blank canvas of your skin--could tell you who to love.

Life would take everything from you eventually. So who would be so stupid to leave someone they loved by choice?

She believed photography to be the greatest of all art forms because it was simultaneously junk food and gourmet cuisine, because you could snap dozens of pictures in a couple of hours, then spend dozens of hours perfecting just a couple of them.

Do you think it is better to fail at something worthwhile, or succeed at something meaningless

“Why had he assumed time was some sort of infinite resource? Now the hourglass had busted open, and what he’d always assumed was just a bunch of sand turned out to be a million tiny diamonds.”