Aaron Starmer Quotes

Let's face it, our memories aren't perfect. We don't get anything exactly right.

Besides, static isn't so bad to listen to. Beats listening to your thoughts when your thoughts are a scramble of stories and you're having trouble telling what's real and what's a dream and what's a coincidence and what's basically what.

I was coming to realize that if you don't look for something, then you rarely find it.

If you lose track of time, you lose track of your mind. You don't go crazy necessarily, but your thoughts wander. They go on permanent vacations.

And as long as the world spins on, we can still dance. No matter who we are, we can always dance.

War will change people.

Mornings were good. Cold mornings, rainy ones. It didn't matter. They were new beginnings.

Maybe it will be something exclusively for me, to remind myself that believing in ridiculous things isn't always so bad.

If you don't share your stories with other people. do they even count? If you don't share your stories, do they even need an ending? I know, it's that stupid if a tree falls in the forest sort of question, but I mean it.

Do you want to be saved?" I asked.
Keri cocked an eyebrow. "Like Jesus?"
"Like Lancelot."
"I hang my hair out the window every night, waiting for some dude to climb up.

To be continued is a terrible thing, I know. But life is to be continued. You want to be continued as long as possible.

Rumors are as important as anything. Even if they're not true, they end up turning people into who they are.

The more time you spend with someone, the more you realize they're not perfect. Everyone comes from a different place with different problems.

But when you're a kid, it's different. You lose something and then there's this hole inside of you and you want to fill that hole, but you don't have the experience or wisdom to do it. So you ask for answers. From the air, from the clouds, from the stars, from anyone who might listen. And when voices finally respond and promise that there's a place where you can get what you want, where your wishes can come true, then you go. You go to that magical place and you stay and you create and you try to heal. You fill that hole. Which can be brave. Which is important. But while you're there, you realize that what you want and what you need are two different things. And that's when you're done with the place, and you leave for good. But leaving for good means you forget the place even existed at all.

That's what it all meant. Be good. Be kind. Do whatever you can to help people. Be the best that you can be.

Simple. Obvious. But true.

People pick the stories they want to be true and they believe them. It doesn't make the stories true.

Because whether inspiration comes from an actual place or not doesn't matter if you don't choose to do something with it. And if you do choose to do something with it, the stories you create don't matter unless they make ripples in the world.

In books, even the very best boy detectives are dismissed with a laugh. In real life, they're sent to psychologists.

It won't surprise you to hear that I'm a skeptical person. I don't even believe half the garbage that tumbles from my own mouth.

I avoid writing until I can't avoid it anymore. Until writing comes knocking at my door like a friend I've neglected.

You tend to tell yourself that feeling something is always better than feeling nothing.

A story with a clear ending, happy or sad, is an acceptable story.

I suppose everyone is a daydreamer, but I was better at it than most.

You are not a coward, and there is nothing wrong with starting over.

I am happy with my life how it is for once. And I don't ever want to forget that. That's all that matters to me.

HOPE. It counts for so, so much.

She didn't need to be someone else. She needed to use her power to make the world a better place.

Riverman, Riverman, blood to ice.

I'm a storyteller, and it's a storyteller's job to take on other people's voices. To present as real a picture of things as possible. Every storyteller will write a different story.

Kilgore here will keep the record straight."
"Kilgore?"
"The tape recorder. I name things. If you name things, then you treat them better." Fiona motioned with her chin to a poster tacked to the opposite wall. "Does she have a name?"
"She" was a bikini-clad model spraying a Lamborghini with a garden hose and, no, she didn't - at least, not one I knew. I lowered my eyes.
"We'll call her Prudence, then," Fiona said. "Now whenever you wake up, you can say, 'Good morning, Prudence, how's tricks? Still in the car washing game, I see.'"
"'How's tricks'?"
"'How's things,'" Fiona explained. "Slang from the good ol' days. I learned it from a kid in a newsie cap."
"A newsie cap?"
"We're getting ahead of ourselves.

Her bone-white face lit up like she was at a surprise party. "Hear that, Dwyer? He called me ma'am! Stay forever if you want, big guy. Teach my son a thing or two about manners."
"He's good people," Kyle said. "Always has been."
It was the last thing I wanted to hear at that moment. "I'm not always good," I shot back.
"Ooooo, polite and a bad boy," Gina cooed. "Watch out, ladies.

Some people can't have babies. It's sad but it's true. Their bodies aren't built for it. Some of those people also can't adopt babies. Just as sad, maybe sadder, and just as true. Their lifestyles aren't built for it. But most people want families. Most people need families.