John Geddes A Familiar Rain

“December's wintery breath is already clouding the pond, frosting the pane, obscuring summer's memory...”

“...I pray this winter be gentle and kind - a season of rest from the wheel of the mind...”

“...summer softens lines that winter cruelly shows...”

“...a little of this, a little of that - a little of me, a little of you - put it together what do you have? postmodern soup...”

“...You won't age? I promise you this - your hands will go shiny and transparent and at the slightest bruise they'll bleed...”

“...skeins of mist like translucent silk, bending and unbending in the headlight tunnels...”

“...did you know that in your eyes there are bright flecks of green and orange - and that they are lovely?...”

“...I remember the oily smoke of a cigarette suspended in a shaft of sunlight - with you, everything was beautiful...”

“...Tolstoy said, happiness is an allegory, unhappiness a story - then what does that make us?...”

“...I retreat into my fictional world where everything makes sense - but even there I can't even control what people do...”

“...you mean you don't fit characters into a plot? excatly...”

“...when you're broken, everything gets a little honester - you make mistakes and don't give a damn - you give up on perfection, but get real...”

“...don't be afraid of going by a way you've never gone - that's the way we're all going...”

“...there is no map of the soul because we make it up as we go...”

“...my novels are like life - I never know where they're going until I get to the end...”

“... here's what I believe - sometimes God has a Plan B...”

“...God sometimes sends flowers -but I like it best when he darkens the sky and lights up an infinitude of worlds...”