Love is also a violence, and cannot be undone.
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Simon Van Booy
Simon Van Booy is a British-American writer who lives in the United States. He grew up in rural Wales, but has lived in Kentucky, Paris, Athens, New York City and the Hamptons. Love Begins in Winter won the 2009 Frank O'Connor International Short Story Award. 2Fiction Simon Van Booy has written two collections of short stories, The Secret Lives of People in Love (2011 Finalist Award for The Vilcek Prize for Creative Promise in Literature) and Love Begins in Winter, which won the Frank O'Connor International Short Story Award, the world's richest short story prize. The New York Times said that "Incurable romantics will savor Simon Van Booy's tender, Maupassant-like fables...." While the Los Angeles Times said of Van Booy's, The Secret Lives of People in Love" [that], "One worries, after reading a debut short-story collection this breathtaking, what Simon Van Booy could possibly do for an encore. Write something longer?" Van Booy's first novel, Everything Beautiful Began After, was released in the US and UK in July 2011. Everything Beautiful Began After was nominated for the 2012 Indies Choice Book Award for Fiction His second novel, The Illusion of Separateness was released in the US in June 2013 and in the UK in July 2013. Publishers Weekly gave The Illusion of Separateness a starred review, and said "the writing is what makes this remarkable book soar". 2Works of philosophy Van Booy is the editor of three volumes of philosophy, entitled Why We Fight, Why We Need Love, and Why Our Decisions Don't Matter, which The Economist said "have an instinctive appeal." The Wall Street Journal described Van Booy's books as "brimming with thoughts from history's pre-eminent ponderers." 2Essays Van Booy's essays have been published in newspapers internationally, including The New York Times, The New York Post, The Daily Telegraph, The Guardian, The Mail, and The Times. They have also been broadcast on National Public Radi
I wonder how our bodies will change as we get old. I wonder how we’ll feel about things that haven’t happened to us yet.
The book of their love would be a chapter in her life.
Every day is a masterpiece, even if it crushes you.
I think people would be happier if they admitted things more often. In a sense we are all prisoners of some memory, or fear, or disappointment — we are all defined by something we can’t change.
To love again, you must not discard what has happened to you, but take from it the strength you’ll need to carry on.
But how do you find the right people-how do you love without smothering them? How do you not suffocate them with all the love you’ve built up in their absence?
You were unsure which pain is worse: the shock of what happened or the ache for what never will.
Language allows us to reach out to people, to touch them with our innermost fears, hopes, disappointments, victories. To reach out to people we’ll never meet. It’s the greatest legacy you could ever leave your children or your loved ones: The history of how you felt.
Solitude and depression are like swimming and drowning. In school many years ago, I learned that flowers sometimes unfold inside themselves.
Coincidences mean you're on the right path.
Love between strangers takes only a few seconds and can last a whole life.
The weight of his absence is like the weight of the entire world.
…Even if you have loved only once in your life, you’re ruined.
I want to do things for people they will never forget. Maybe that’s the best thing I can do in life.
It’s tempting to imagine how we could hurt someone close, because it reminds us how fiercely we love them.
For some people, life is the process of knocking through walls to get out. For others, it is the building of walls.
I wonder if things can happen too early or too late or if everything happens at exactly the right time. If so, how sad and beautiful.