Nathan Walkowicz > Quotes

“The forest exploded. A blade of lightning had cut the wilderness in half. Illuminated for an instant, the animals bolted in every direction.”
― Nathan Walkowicz, THE GIANT

“I could strip words of their meaning and listen for hours.”
― Nathan Walkowicz, of Dust and Dragonflies: Short Stories

“One night, Theodore Mot realized that the dictionary was incomplete!”
― Nathan Walkowicz, of Dust and Dragonflies: Short Stories

“Emotions don't always show up on time.”
― Nathan Walkowicz, of Dust and Dragonflies: Short Stories

“Realize that this is everyone’s first time at life.”
― Nathan Walkowicz, of Dust and Dragonflies: Short Stories

“I limped through the forest. Through the inky blackness. A body, lost in nature. Nothing more. An animal. Broken at the core. A creature without a home.”
― Nathan Walkowicz, THE GIANT

“Can you hear that?” she asked.

“It’s nice,” I said. “What is it?”

“That,” she said, “is the sound of your soul.”
― Nathan Walkowicz, THE GIANT

“You see, sometimes the only way to move the world is to let the world move you.”
― Nathan Walkowicz, THE GIANT

“The moonbeams dripped across the man’s face.”
― Nathan Walkowicz, THE GIANT

“I sat on the porch, rocking back and forth, wondering: Could it really be exactly the same? I examined the shapes of the clouds. The sun-tinged wisps. The dimensions of blueness. A familiar scene. Identical, in fact. Yes, I had seen this many years ago, when I was a boy, when my grandfather and I were walking through the fields.”
― Nathan Walkowicz, of Dust and Dragonflies: Short Stories

“Step by step, inch by inch, time paced around my mangled body. It circled me, slowly, inspecting the scene, taking inventory.”
― Nathan Walkowicz, THE GIANT

“Now, to be practical, your thoughts must manifest into actions. You must actualize your thoughts, and not let good ideas go to waste in some dusty classroom or elaborate lecture hall.”
― Nathan Walkowicz, THE GIANT

“Without study and reflection, man will simply choose his perspectives, opinions, and beliefs out of convenience or whim. He will fail to grasp certain truths about his existence and unknowingly force himself into a limited scope.”
― Nathan Walkowicz, THE GIANT

“I try to capture in words the thought. Why? Because I know how quickly it might leap away. I know how easily it can slip into the brush and disappear.”
― Nathan Walkowicz, of Dust and Dragonflies: Short Stories

“Only fools and sages believe in THE GIANT, Lydian. Only fools and sages.”
― Nathan Walkowicz, THE GIANT

“I can no longer determine if my words are Here or There.”
― Nathan Walkowicz, of Dust and Dragonflies: Short Stories

“Their tastes have been narrowed, not refined, Lydian.”
― Nathan Walkowicz, THE GIANT

“Wait,” I said suddenly, “was that a true story?”

“The important parts were true.”
― Nathan Walkowicz, THE GIANT

“The borders of existence began to melt away and I soon found that I could even will my vision unclear, and then bring it back into focus. It all had to do with some mechanism behind my eyes.”
― Nathan Walkowicz

“At once, all the images of my adventures clicked into place. How strange it had all been, this journey towards the truth! Rubbing my temple, I thought about all the miles that I had crossed, and all the time that I had invested.”
― Nathan Walkowicz, THE GIANT

“I told her about my grandfather, about the little apartment we used to share over a nice-smelling bakery. It had one window, and you could sit there, on the cracked paint, studying people in the street. My grandfather would stroll down the sidewalk, tools in hand. He was a plumber. And there was always work to be done.”
― Nathan Walkowicz, THE GIANT

“I know you’re busy. But, if you ever get the chance to travel, I recommend a visit to Karan. It’s a little village on the coast of Western Africa — delicate trees, clear waters, soft beaches, and tiny hills that bend toward the sky. Really, it’s a fascinating place, especially since they do not have a word for Good or Evil.”
― Nathan Walkowicz, of Dust and Dragonflies: Short Stories

“It was a mindless game, but what else could I do? I was lost. I was alone. Terribly alone. And, in those brief moments of play, I could reshape all of existence. My tiny hands could scoop up the entire universe. Slowly, carefully, as though not to ruin the charm, I raised my hands, and watched the beads of light drip like golden ink from my delicate fingertips.”
― Nathan Walkowicz, THE GIANT

“I hesitate to set down my pen, lest it fall carelessly into the universe.”
― Nathan Walkowicz, of Dust and Dragonflies: Short Stories

“It was a crime to be happy.”
― Nathan Walkowicz, of Dust and Dragonflies: Short Stories

“And now, whenever I return, I feel as if our echo is still there, forever caught in the branches of those sycamore trees, reminding me that I am loved, that I should love others, and that years move much too quickly.”
― Nathan Walkowicz, of Dust and Dragonflies: Short Stories

“What were the rumors? What did THE GIANT look like? What language did HE speak? What color was HIS skin? Was THE GIANT even a HE? And, of course, was THE GIANT kind or cruel?”
― Nathan Walkowicz, THE GIANT

“My eyes fluttered.
I coughed up some blood.
And I laughed, mocking myself, mocking my own adventure.
THE GIANT was simply a story.
I was alone.
A long time passed. A splashing of footsteps. Then, two enormous hands. With effort,
they pulled my body from the pavement. My limbs were heavy.”
― Nathan Walkowicz, THE GIANT

“More and more, I began to see the characters of these silly tales walk out of the pages and amble into the busy streets. They sat in cafes, and checked their phones, and spoke in different languages, and held plastic signs, and argued in meetings, and waited for the light to turn, and stepped back onto the curb.”
― Nathan Walkowicz, THE GIANT

“Well, Lydian, you see, the greatest things in life don’t have shortcuts.”
― Nathan Walkowicz, THE GIANT