Andrew J. Graff > Quotes

“You have permission to forget it, she’d tell him. Just for a minute, just enjoy your pillow, just rest, let it go. Close your eyes and sail away from troubles on a raft made of stars.”
― Andrew J. Graff, Raft of Stars

“I used to imagine a boyfriend who could see me, you know? It was more than attention. I wanted to be known. I imagined us parking a car out by the river, hidden by the tall grass, fireflies everywhere, and I could talk and he would listen and nod, his eyes wide in the dark. And the way I imagined it, he would want to listen. He would want to see me. And he’d listen until he knew everything there was to know.” Tiffany laughed at herself. “There were times I imagined it so long, I ran out of things to tell him, and we’d just look at each other. In a way, that was the best part.”
― Andrew J. Graff, Raft of Stars

“That’s something his mom used to tell him when he couldn’t sleep and worried about not sleeping. You have permission to forget it, she’d tell him. Just for a minute, just enjoy your pillow, just rest, let it go. Close your eyes and sail away from troubles on a raft made of stars.”
― Andrew J. Graff, Raft of Stars

“It's a mystery how beautiful we can be, and how terrible too. We catch glimpses only. But it's there. We're not just poor damn things. Even if it feels true, it's not the truth.”
― Andrew J. Graff

“to be more than met the eye, things and words and people indwelt with a larger heartbeat, a larger breath.”
― Andrew J. Graff, Raft of Stars

“You have permission to forget it, she’d tell him. Just for a minute, just enjoy your pillow, just rest, let it go. Close your eyes and sail away from troubles on a raft made of stars. And then she’d pray and hum.”
― Andrew J. Graff, Raft of Stars

“When you were real little your dad used to scoop you up and tell you he loved you from your heart to the sun. Fish couldn’t remember it, but he could see it somehow, and when he did, he saw sunlight. He’d point to your heart, and then he’d point at the sun, and you’d smile and laugh and make him say it again. And he always would, as many times as you asked him.”
― Andrew J. Graff, Raft of Stars

“Sous la pluie et le tonnerre, Fish leva la tête en direction des nuages pommelés, ourlés de lumière. Il ne savait pas trop s'il était en train de prier, mais ça y ressemblait. Il ne savait pas quoi demander, mais suppliait pourtant, sans paroles, sans intention, sans but. Son coeur gémissait simplement comme la rivière, murmurait comme le ciel.”
― Andrew J. Graff