Keith Buckley > Quotes

“Go get your gun because God won't show.
He sent a poet instead.
The Don Quixote of the ICU. Quite impressive for a cripple. Munchhausen by proxy of a muse.
Tempt not a desperate man. This split lip is for you. I traded it for an outdated tooth.”
― Keith Buckley

“Your real name is a mortal name. Now you need one that is immortal, the one that takes the high stage and plays above the rest. You can't be immortal and mortal at the same time.”
― Keith Buckley, Scale

“Look, I know you think I have a coke problem but I do not. I can quit any time I run out.”
― Keith Buckley, Scale

“But now what was I worth? The books I discovered at the behest of my intellectually superior professors are now coming to me thanks to an algorithm developed to suggest what I should buy based on what other similar shoppers have also bought...”
― Keith Buckley, Scale

“If they knew what you had done to them, if they knew how you had denied them, forgotten them, buried them, they could not ever love like they once did and the cruelest thing you can do to someone is to share the rot and rob them of the glorious mystery of being in love because faith in it is really all anyone ever has to know.”
― Keith Buckley, Scale

“If I could bottle this exact feeling I have right now, and sell it, I'd make millions." I said to Chet
"Well, unfortunately for you, but luckily for every other adult, someone already has. They called it alcohol.”
― keith buckley, Scale

“Anything to construct a new safe place where the melancholic freeze can’t find you. But all this is done to the detriment of your mind which is so tired from spinning the plates of so many different weights and sizes that it threatens collapse like a universe out of momentum, so you postpone decay by putting the inarguable tenet that it really truly did happen far in the back of your heart where it rots and takes up room that love could be occupying knowing one day it will just be all hard and black like an old rose, and because it is full of such incomprehensible truths, you believe, but will never say, that one day soon it will not serve you in the ways it was meant to serve you. It will pump blood and it will skip occasionally but that doesn’t even matter since it will not love another person well, no matter how hard you beg it to love another person well, and like a car that won’t start, it sits there hopelessly gasping and you know that it is your fault that it can’t be moved, so you drink even more because awareness of a lost way is the worst thing a creature on this earth can possibly have and when you lose sight of beauty you gain ownership of all the knowledge of everything evil that has ever been. You wish only to drown deeper because the acute agony felt in every nerve as you sink into your bottle is a welcomed distraction from the certainty of the pain your lust has howled into the garden. You stand alone in hell looking only into the dead eyes of your grim past. You are so sad and feel so disconnected from joy and love itself that when someone—anyone at all—reaches out to you in the mist that holds you back from the goodness of life like an unbreachable ravine you will become so thankful for her touch that reminds you of the girl you were sent to protect that you will kiss her lips and make yourself believe that interruption from grief might be what love is now but it is not, it is just another cruel trick hell plays on its slaves. It was only more wretchedness, because what even an absent god knows is that love is unmistakable. Love is unmistakable and nobody loves you like the one who waits.”
― Keith Buckley, Scale

“There was no plan for us. We are a misspelling being erased by Death in order for the story of total chaos to continue.”
― Keith Buckley, Scale

“He should have known that faith was nothing more than the battle cry of those who had no strategy. It does not prepare. It is a false positive.”
― Keith Buckley, Watch

“There was something inside of him—something angrier than fear but further away—that he could not interpret without the key, the one that was now lost to him in the forest beyond the door.”
― Keith Buckley, Watch

“A fire only spreads away from it's source, it never returns.”
― Keith Buckley, Scale

“I never disliked humanity more than when I watched how indifferently they reacted to creation”
― Keith Buckley

“Love is unmistakable and nobody loves you like the one who waits.”
― Keith Buckley, Scale

“Memorizing the writer's handbook doesn't make you a writer. It makes you a specialist, and it puts you to a class with people who were given the same training. You all share the same view from the same room.”
― Keith Buckley, Scale

“There really was no point in having vision that didn't revolve a full 360 degrees because it was usually from behind that life would sneak up and overtake you.”
― Keith Buckley, Scale

“To know what it felt like to not be sickened by the things I had done, to love someone enough to tell them what I really was—a thief. A vulture. A scoundrel. But who could love me then? Who would throw themselves into the grave that my love was?”
― Keith Buckley, Scale

“If one is fooled by magic, then isn't the magic as good as real?”
― Keith Buckley, Scale