Eric Arvin > Quotes

“Gay angels are all the rage in heaven.”
― Eric Arvin, Woke Up in a Strange Place

“Lou reluctantly drew back, still holding Joe, and placed his soft lips on Joe's own. Existence reacted to their reunion. Immediately, it was as if two halves became whole once again. The sky flashed colors overhead as they stood together: day to night, night to day. They stood motionless and kissing for so long a period that they might have been mistaken for part of the landscape, as vines climbed up their legs and grass grew around them; as dirt gathered and buried even more the scattered fragments of the abbey. Only the keepers of time knew that lifetimes did indeed pass, possibly entire eras. And yet it was but a scant moment to Joe and Lou. All of it but a simple, longed-for embrace neither time nor death could contain.”
― Eric Arvin, Woke Up in a Strange Place

“Oh wouldn't that twist your twat if that turned out to be true!”
― Eric Arvin, Woke Up in a Strange Place

“She nodded her head in approval and hesitantly shut the book, breathing a reader’s sigh. That wonderful inhale/exhale reaction one does after finishing a book that has somehow touched you. Completion. Inner peace. Separate peace.”
― Eric Arvin, Galley Proof

“Great courage, Joe.”
― Eric Arvin, Woke Up in a Strange Place

“Il paradiso è chiuso?” disse Joe incredulo.

“È fallito da un po’,” disse l’aeronauta disinteressata. “Ho visto io stessa gli ultimi dei suoi cittadini andare via. Uscivano dalle porte del paradiso come bambini curiosi che si avventurano in un luogo pensando di poter finire nei guai.”

“Dove sono andati?” chiese Joe.

“Chi lo sa,” rispose lei. “Sono tornati sulla Terra, in qualche altra esistenza, o forse hanno visto come il resto di noi andava avanti e hanno deciso che stavamo meglio di loro. Ma se ne sono andati e con una fretta entusiasta.”

“San Pietro ha chiuso la porta, eh?” intervenne Baker.

L’aeronauta sbuffò irritata. “Non gli è mai piaciuto molto il lavoro o il vestito. Sandali e tunica sono così fuori moda. Stava aspettando che tutti si svegliassero dalle loro idee inflessibili e stagnanti. Ha accettato il lavoro solo perché tutti — ogni singolo cristiano sulla Terra — si aspettava che lui fosse qui ad aspettarli. Verso la fine è diventato lunatico. Era un lavoro che gli avevano imposto, dopotutto. Non ha mai chiesto di essere il guardiano del cancello.”

“Dov’è adesso?” chiese Joe.

“È tornato a un’altra vita sulla Terra. Voleva fare tutto da capo, ma questa volta con meno responsabilità. È stato qui per tutte le età della Terra. Sperava di potersi riunire con quegli altri undici pazzi che facevano parte della sua banda. Dico ‘pazzi’ con affetto, naturalmente.” Disse l’ultima parte come se si trattasse di un fardello.

“Intendi gli apostoli?”

“Quello che sono,” disse lei, sempre guardando davanti.

“Allora, cosa ha portato tutti a svegliarsi finalmente?”

“Qual è la causa per cui tutti noi capiamo finalmente qualcosa che si trova davanti ai nostri occhi? Chi lo sa? Non so dirtelo. Hanno avuto un’epifania, suppongo. Hanno capito che doveva esserci più nella morte che girare su soffici nuvole e cantare nei cori. Probabilmente erano veramente annoiati.”
― Eric Arvin, Woke Up in a Strange Place

“For what’s a writer without longing?”
― Eric Arvin, Galley Proof

“I’m not you, Douglas. I don’t look at every keyhole as a possible future sex partner.”
― Eric Arvin, Another Enchanted April

“Questo è il Giardino dell’Incredulità. È così che tutti lo chiamano da quando si ha memoria. Ma anche qui, ci piace la nostra teatralità, non è vero?” Joe la guardò, sperando che si spiegasse.

“Sono atei, tesoro,” disse senza mezzi termini, indicando la massa di dormienti. “Loro non credevano in una vita ultraterrena. Niente di niente. Così, quando sono morti, questa convinzione d’incredulità si manifesta loro… bene, finiscono qui, e restano distesi ignari della loro esistenza fino a quando…”

“Fino a quando si svegliano,” Joe finì la sua frase”
― Eric Arvin, Woke Up in a Strange Place

“Il paradiso è chiuso,” ripeteva Joe a se stesso.
Si domandò se c’era qualcuno che ancora credeva nella vita dopo la morte, con le arpe e i cori di angeli e San Pietro alle porte del paradiso. Che cosa avrebbe fatto quando fosse arrivato lì? Avrebbe semplicemente galleggiato intorno al suo perimetro, in attesa che si aprisse come un parco a tema, pensando che forse era semplicemente chiuso per la stagione o per delle riparazioni?”
― Eric Arvin, Woke Up in a Strange Place

“Squee-squee-squawky-squiggly-squee.”
― Eric Arvin, Kid Christmas Rides Again

“There are lost souls here too. They just wander and stumble about, sad and incomplete. They look real tired all the time. But most of us find our way okay. Then, when we know our way well enough, we can help others out. Others who don’t know their way so well. Some lost ones maybe. But the truth is, we never stop discovering new things. There’s always more.”
― Eric Arvin, Woke Up in a Strange Place

“Then, there was a sudden, sharp pain in the bum and everything went dizzy, then dark. A poison peppermint dart had been shot into his muscular buttocks from afar. Later, in recollection, Kid Christmas had to admit that bending over to lick the lollipop fence post with his musculus bumulus high in the air was an easy red target, something very hard to miss.”
― Eric Arvin, Kid Christmas Rides Again

“You gotta know it before you move on. You gotta recognize yourself. Understand the lessons. If you cain’t make no sense of it, well then, what use was it?”
― Eric Arvin, Woke Up in a Strange Place

“That’s how the world gets you. It keeps going round until you’re too dizzy to care or even think.”
― Eric Arvin, Man Falls Down

“He faced Doug. His eyes were wet. "I am not one of your tricks, Douglas."
"Of course, you're not."
"That's what I feel like tonight, seeing you in there with all those bodies. One of a thousand nights. One of a thousand fucks. And fuck you for making me feel this way. And fuck you again for making me say fuck in this beautiful place.”
― Eric Arvin, Another Enchanted April

“You grow the most, you see, when there are boundaries, when there are things to climb over.”
― Eric Arvin, Woke Up in a Strange Place

“What the hell is this?” Baker mumbled, swatting at a sentence as if it were a pesky bee or a mosquito. The letters scattered from the disturbance but kept climbing all the same. A capital O got caught on his ring finger, and he shook it loose frantically.”
― Eric Arvin, Woke Up in a Strange Place

“It’s your boy,” she said. “Somebody done killed your boy.” I heard Leroy’s deep sobs coming from inside the house, and I saw Jimmy lose his breath. Just for a moment, I wanted to be alive again. They had loved me. I had been loved in this old world, and now love was tearing them apart.”
― Eric Arvin, Wave Goodbye to Charlie

“They came to a vast, spanning, multi-colored fern that was as huge as anything Abigail grew in her gardens but pulsating like the beat of a heart (thump, thump, thump) with vibrant hues of individual colors.”
― Eric Arvin, Woke Up in a Strange Place

“A wise woman once said ‘Take a chance, you stupid ho.’ You never know, this could be great.” “Gwen Stefani”
― Eric Arvin, Eric Arvin's Greatest Hits Bundle

“Tony rolled his green eyes”
― Eric Arvin, Another Enchanted April

“Jerry read for a good hour before he couldn’t take any more of the graphic heterosexual love scenes. “Some”
― Eric Arvin, Another Enchanted April

“They took the snide grimaces and foul remarks of the day, the shoves in the hallway or laughs on the playground, and turned them into monsters and giant squids they could just as easily vanquish to darkened caves under the earth. They made the bullies’ scoffs destructible things.”
― Eric Arvin, Woke Up in a Strange Place

“This isn’t a town! he thought as he bundled his groceries out of the store. This is a goddamn gay film set… or an Eric Arvin novel! It’s absolutely absurd here. Tony”
― Eric Arvin, Another Enchanted April

“There were much larger things as well. Otters and beavers and turtles and platypuses. Were they to break out in song, Joe would have thought it none the stranger. After all, the river did sing. At one point, a beaver placed its tiny hands on the aft of the boat, as if to aid their speed, using its slight might to push.”
― Eric Arvin, Woke Up in a Strange Place

“What makes a moment a defining one is that it is so far past words, so much more about the texture of the surroundings that the memory of it hangs like an emboldened stamp in your brain. So this moment was for Foster and Chip.”
― Eric Arvin, Eric Arvin's Greatest Hits Bundle

“plate stacked high with chocolate waffles (slutty pancakes, he called them).”
― Eric Arvin, Another Enchanted April

“Nella vita reale i baci non sono mai così dolci e il buco del culo si allarga solo fino a un certo punto.”
― Eric Arvin, Galley Proof

“Tony longed for something poetic, something beautiful. It was an everyday longing, but there seemed to be no way out of the life he had been given. He wanted out of the gray but felt weighed down. “How am I supposed to start my day,” he wondered aloud, “when even the sky looks lazy?”
― Eric Arvin, Eric Arvin's Greatest Hits Bundle