Moses Yuriyvich Mikheyev > Quotes

“So why live, then?” she whispered. “Why make the effort? I’d rather just kill myself and have a clone keep on doing this—whatever this is.”

“Mars, you don’t mean that, do you?” I asked, concerned.

“I don’t know, Leo,” she murmured. “I just don’t know anymore.”

I wanted to reach out and fix her, to make her feel whole again, but I knew that there was little fixing I was capable of. I myself didn’t have the answers, or the solutions. I didn’t even know why I was here. How could I lie to my own sister and comfort her? She’d see right past the bullshit. So, I did the only thing I could. I hugged her tighter than before and said, “It’d be an awfully lonely sky without your shine.”
― Moses Yuriyvich Mikheyev, Bodies: A Romantic Bloodbath

“So, when we finally reach that final stretch, may the promises made on our ever-hopeful lips be kept, and the summers we wish for be granted to us.”
― Moses Yuriyvich Mikheyev, This Time Next Summer

“Between your legs
I press my tongue
and watch your
leaves change color”
― Moses Yuriyvich Mikheyev, A Fire in the Sunset: A Decade of Love Poems

“Sometimes a man isn’t good when he’s trying to be great.”
― Moses Yuriyvich Mikheyev, Bodies: A Romantic Bloodbath

“I light another cigarette. I'm starting to get nervous as fuck. I normally don't do pillow talk with girls I make love to. God, but I need this. Nobody really knows my story. They all think they do. I've buried the truth in a hurricane of words. That's really what I did. A novel every six months or so. Damn, I hide a lot.
"I don't know. I've tried replacing her with somebody else. Believe me, I tried. But I can't. I spent ten years of my life chasing her ghost. I try to find her in other women. It's unfair to them. That's why I just them home. I fuck them, love them, then I kick them out. I don't want them knowing.”
― Moses Yuriyvich Mikheyev, The Hack

“The stars grow tired, shrug their shoulders, and fall out of the sky, wearing nothing but robes of comet-white. Is she not one of the stars? She casts off her robes—steps into my room—and composes constellations.”
― Moses Yuriyvich Mikheyev, A Fire in the Sunset: A Decade of Love Poems

“There’s more than meets the eye with the human body. It keeps score all on its own. It remembers; it hurts; it hides memories, secrets, even from us. The body is a record keeper, even when the brain forgets what’s been recorded. Bodies, bodies, bodies. Vanishing bodies.”
― Moses Yuriyvich Mikheyev, Vanishing Bodies: An Epic Science Fiction Thriller

“Sometimes I touch my skin and wonder if the past is all there ever was.”
― Moses Yuriyvich Mikheyev, A Fire in the Sunset: A Decade of Love Poems

“How could I not believe in magic when I'm around you?”
― Moses Yuriyvich Mikheyev, Olivia & the Gentleman from Outer Space

“You don’t understand this when you’re younger but at some point, you cease doing things, cease creating new memories,” he thought aloud. “You are stuck in a rocking chair. And all you have are your memories. Those beautiful droplets of color you’ve managed to steal from the rainbow. And you go back to them over and over and over, like a Catholic praying the rosary. You dig in deep, sifting through decades, years, seasons, weeks, hours, and seconds of your life, trying to figure out what it all meant. I wanted to come back to you. I wanted to see you in color, to grasp my own little rainbow.”
― Moses Yuriyvich Mikheyev, Vanishing Bodies: An Epic Science Fiction Thriller

“There’s something beautiful about going through pictures from decades ago and saying, ‘Remember?’ You can’t do that with somebody new. There’s nothing to remember. There’s no shared history—only the brand new. I wanted to remember with someone. I wanted to remember all of it—the first kiss, the first time, the first child, the first graduation. But I never found someone to remember with.”
― Moses Yuriyvich Mikheyev, Vanishing Bodies: An Epic Science Fiction Thriller

“How I wish to feel your history brush up against the skin of my future.”
― Moses Yuriyvich Mikheyev, A Fire in the Sunset: A Decade of Love Poems

“No longer do I wonder why
the clay of your body attracts
stardust,
hands,
weekends.”
― Moses Yuriyvich Mikheyev, A Fire in the Sunset: A Decade of Love Poems

“There she was before him in all her Aboriginal glory. Brown eyes and skin so tan it was nearly black. Her smile—a wondrous thing. Her lips—he imagined that by the end of summer, they’d be kissing him on the way home from Gravity Park. To Iron, elevated as she was in his poetic imagination, she had become something else entirely, obscuring lines between fact and fiction, between science and religion. Nothing made sense—and yet everything did.”
― Moses Yuriyvich Mikheyev, Of All Things Sacred

“I felt as though what we shared went beyond the effable, beyond what could be written about. It was the infinite space between the unspoken I-love-yous that resounded so clearly all around us.”
― Moses Yuriyvich Mikheyev, Vanishing Bodies: An Epic Science Fiction Thriller

“Love, a fragmentary thing
begins mid-sentence
and ends with
the unmovable silence of a
period”
― Moses Yuriyvich Mikheyev, A Fire in the Sunset: A Decade of Love Poems

“I was thinking over this story, just lying in my bed, smoking a stupid cigarette—still pretending to, at least—when it happened. I swear it did. Jessica moved in my bed and I glanced at her and noticed for the first time how pretty her eyelashes were, and how her jet-black eyebrows seemed to sleep on her face. And I swear to God I heard what the hell Moeller talked about. I swear. It happened just like he said it did. One second, I was smoking cigarettes, thinking about something stupid—and the next, I knew I was going to stop all of the stupid-think and marry this girl.”
― Moses Yuriyvich Mikheyev, The Hack

“I sometimes dream of him. But the dreams have locks. My keys are now blunt too.”
― Moses Yuriyvich Mikheyev, A Fire in the Sunset: A Decade of Love Poems

“A few inches away, an old man—one who had once loved her—lay in a bed. Those hard-won inches, fractions of a foot, encompassed memories that could stretch ten thousand miles.”
― Moses Yuriyvich Mikheyev, Vanishing Bodies: An Epic Science Fiction Thriller

“There is no rhyme or reason for any of it. Life is just a casino—numbers, probabilities, and cigarette smoke—that is all we are. Life is like this. You walk into a casino. You walk over to the bar and the bartender gives you two shots of cheap whiskey. You walk in hungry, tired. Maybe you’re already a bit drunk. The whiskey goes straight to your head and you light a cigarette—you know, to calm the nerves. You walk over to a craps table. But with all of the smoke, with your eyes blurry from the alcohol, you can hardly tell what it is. Nonetheless, the dice are rolled. Nobody asks you any questions. They roll the dice and whatever the number is, that’s how long you have to play. That’s life. Just a numbers game.”
― Moses Yuriyvich Mikheyev, Bodies: A Romantic Bloodbath

“I think you should go," I say.
She's silent for a minute. Then she turns around and says, "He used to say that to me, too." She wipes a tear from her eye. "Thanks," she mutters and begins to leave.
"Hey," I tell her.
She's not listening. I hear her crying and she's packing her clothes.
I run upstairs to my room.
"Hey," I say.
She's really upset and she's not even looking at me.
God, I'm such a piece of work.
God, I'm such a piece of shit.
"I'll marry you," I whisper.
God, I swear I mean it.
She stops what she's doing and looks at me. She shakes her head.”
― Moses Yuriyvich Mikheyev, The Hack

“The sidewalk feels like quicksand, feet taking steps but still sinking”
― Moses Yuriyvich Mikheyev, A Fire in the Sunset: A Decade of Love Poems

“I was thinking over this story, just lying in my bed, smoking a stupid cigarette—still pretending to, at least—when it happened. I swear it did. Jessica moved in my bed and I glanced at her and noticed for the first time how pretty her eyelashes were, and how her jet-black eyebrows seemed to sleep on her face. And I swear to God I heard what the hell Moeller talked about. I swear. It happened just like he said it did. One second, I was smoking cigarettes, thinking about something stupid—and thee next, I knew I was going to stop all of the stupid-think and marry this girl.”
― Moses Yuriyvich Mikheyev, The Hack

“I kind of feel like making love to you,' she says. 'I mean I want to make up for all of that lost time.' She runs her fingers down my chest all sexy and shit.
I chuckle. 'There's no such thing as lost time, Jess. The only thing that is real is the present. Now is all we have—and even now is almost over.”
― Moses Yuriyvich Mikheyev

“This old, tired love
still grows bruises
still hopes for magic
for youth to come and make
the valleys near those twinkling
eves dis-
appear”
― Moses Yuriyvich Mikheyev, A Fire in the Sunset: A Decade of Love Poems

“Our love has wrinkles as old as the Earth.”
― Moses Yuriyvich Mikheyev, A Fire in the Sunset: A Decade of Love Poems

“You're not going to believe where we went," I announced triumphantly.
I wanted to tell him about the Milky Way and stardust and how the moon had large craters on it that could be filled with water and how gravity-assist worked and how wormholes near Earth could send you to different parts of the universe in less than a second and how—
"Oh, my lovely darling," Dad began, smiling and ushering us into the kitchen, "once the hot chocolate is ready, you can tell me all about it—and I'll believe it all. I'll believe everything.”
― Moses Yuriyvich Mikheyev, Olivia & the Gentleman from Outer Space

“I suppose that's why children grow up - to discover new things and to teach adults new ways.”
― Moses Yuriyvich Mikheyev, Olivia & the Gentleman from Outer Space

“Our love is a Time Machine,
neither here nor there—
a breaking in the heart
yet to happen”
― Moses Yuriyvich Mikheyev, A Fire in the Sunset: A Decade of Love Poems

“Your love is thievery-
stealing dreams from out of the
night sky

I have fallen in love many times
many
times
and always with you”
― Moses Yuriyvich Mikheyev, A Fire in the Sunset: A Decade of Love Poems