Stephanie Skeem > Quotes

“Flowers don't tell, they show. That's the way good books should be too."--Stephanie Skeem. Author of Flotsam”
― Stephanie Skeem

“No poor. No ignorant. No one without a job. No soul without a purpose. No squandering of time. No wars. No fighting. No murders. No sickness. No gangs. No turmoil. Only perpetual peace. Unity.”
― Stephanie Skeem, The Unsame Ones

“I had no words to describe them---these feelings. How does one describe feelings one has never felt before?”
― Stephanie Skeem, The Unsame Ones

“I felt lost. Far more lost than I had ever been  before.”
― Stephanie Skeem, The Unsame Ones

“His last words ended exactly in time with the tick of the clock,”
― Stephanie Skeem, The Unsame Ones

“A gift?" I faltered.”
― Stephanie Skeem, The Unsame Ones

“I stared at him feeling heat, and anger rise in my chest.”
― Stephanie Skeem, The Unsame Ones

“Remember if you write, write, write, you can never be wrong."---Stephanie Skeem Author of Flotsam”
― Stephanie Skeem

“illumination”
― Stephanie Skeem, The Unsame Ones

“Enfolding me was a familiar, safe something that was neither friendly, nor unfriendly---only comfortable.”
― Stephanie Skeem, The Unsame Ones

“true music never dies, never dissipates, never grows old, never is lost, never…”
― Stephanie Skeem, The Unsame Ones

“The next night, after a monotonous day at work, I found myself drawn away from my room down the same stairs, to the same door, to that same strange room, to that same dark hallway. I couldn't help it. Once I had heard the music, the memory of the sound lingered in my mind, urging me to learn more.”
― Stephanie Skeem, The Unsame Ones

“In eighteen years I would have lived approximately six thousand, six hundred and fifty-six days, nine hundred and fifty weeks, two hundred and eighteen months, one thousand fifty-nine, seven hundred and forty four hours, and nine million, five hundred, eighty four thousand, six hundred, and forty minutes.”
― Stephanie Skeem, The Unsame Ones

“Brier!”
― Stephanie Skeem, Flotsam

“All born on the same date, all deceased on the same day as if some plague had wiped them out. But it was no plague. It was just the destiny of same.”
― Stephanie Skeem, The Unsame Ones

“There is no waste. No poor. No ignorant. No one without a job. No soul without a purpose. No squandering of time. No wars. No fighting. No murders. No sickness. No gangs. No turmoil. Only perpetual peace. Unity.”
― Stephanie Skeem, The Unsame Ones