Quotes by John Geddes

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Your window square a yellow kite, and the Moon a white balloon

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I see you from afar—fragile and shy as a star gleaming through a cloudy rift

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Last night, lost in spaces between star—bays and lakes of clouds, I tossed and turned looking for you

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...when I met you, you were so beautiful, the air around you vibrated with color ...

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I am your stone of necessity calling up spirits from rain puddles—your Magus of words

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...there is no map of the soul because we make it up as we go...

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Redhead All over the house Strands of copper hair Like filaments from a cobweb Collect. If you and I Were ever to part— For months, perhaps years, I’d be combing out, Brushing or picking up Strands of significance, Traces of you In my life

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...everyone wants to be excited by something magical and wondrous - to be reminded of how they once saw the world ...

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December's wintery breath is already clouding the pond, frosting the pane, obscuring summer's memory...

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...I pray this winter be gentle and kind - a season of rest from the wheel of the mind...

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when I see you, I see mystery - a pale moon's beauty behind a veil of cloud

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I play a piano of words—its icy tinkle echoes through your halls

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you know the way of the wind in the night—the desolate alleys my soul takes

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I keep coming back to certain books, and you—to try to find myself again

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...skeins of mist like translucent silk, bending and unbending in the headlight tunnels...

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...you mean you don't fit characters into a plot? excatly...

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...don't be afraid of going by a way you've never gone - that's the way we're all going...

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...my novels are like life - I never know where they're going until I get to the end...

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From the moment I saw you, I wanted you in my dreams

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...Tolstoy said, happiness is an allegory, unhappiness a story - then what does that make us?...

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we compose our life in stories we tell ourselves

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