Craig Thompson > Quotes

“How satisfying it is to leave a mark on a blank surface. To make a map of my movement - no matter how temporary.”
― Craig Thompson, Blankets

“You have so many layers, that you can peel away a few, and everyone's so shocked or impressed that you're baring your soul, while to you it's nothing, because you know you've twenty more layers to go.”
― Craig Thompson, Carnet de Voyage

“and yet I feel that the most real home I'll ever have is the space where our roads merged and traveled along together... for a time.”
― Craig Thompson, Good-Bye, Chunky Rice

“Maybe I'm sad about wanting you. I'm not too comfortable with wanting someone.”
― Craig Thompson, Blankets

“Even a mistake is better than nothing.”
― Craig Thompson, Blankets

“Sometimes, upon waking, the residual dream can be more appealing that reality, and one is reluctant to give it up. For a while, you feel like a ghost -- Not fully materialized, and unable to manipulate your surroundings. Or else, it is the dream that haunts you. You wait with the promise of the next dream.”
― Craig Thompson, Blankets

“Which is scarier-- lust or temptation? ”
― Craig Thompson, Blankets

“You're more than a story.”
― Craig Thompson, Habibi

“I wanted a heaven. And I grew up striving for that world-- an eternal world- that would wash away my temporary misery.”
― Craig Thompson, Blankets

“Shame is always easier to handle if you have someone to share it with.”
― Craig Thompson, Blankets

“They say a man's inspiration is visual, but for a woman, it's the narrative.

Abandon both the narrative and the visual. Close your eyes, measure your breath.

Dead weight is sloughed off, dust swept away, forms dissolve into one atmosphere.

The rib cage opens, the lungs fill, the breast rises.

Waves sweep up the body on their swell, rocking it rhythmically.

Feet planted, the back arches, the pelvis reaches forward.

Oxygen kindles a flame, sprawling through the belly, and gathering in a warm blaze.

The hand reaches to meet the sensation.

Calligraphy spills from the inkwell.

Open your eyes, sharpen your focus, and exclaim:

There are no separations.”
― Craig Thompson, Habibi

“I am a turtle. My home’s on my back. And yet I feel the only home I’ll ever have is in the space where our roads merged and traveled along together for a time.”
― Craig Thompson, Good-Bye, Chunky Rice

“The Sufi saint Rabi'a Al-Adawiyya was seen carrying a firebrand and a jug of water - the firebrand to burn Paradise, the jug of water to drown Hell...

So that both veils disappear, and God's followers worship, not out of hope for reward, nor fear of punishment, but out of love.”
― Craig Thompson, Habibi

“Her lips tarried at mine. Baiting each other with the warmth of our breath, barely grazing, detouring, then connecting.”
― Craig Thompson, Blankets

“On my first visit to the public library, I was like a kid at a candy store where all the candy was free.

I gorged myself until my tummy ached.”
― Craig Thompson, Blankets

“Something about being rejected at Church Camp felt so much more awful than being rejected at school. ”
― Craig Thompson, Blankets

“I was grateful for cereal --- the only food that my tummy, riddled by pangs of infatuation, could handle.”
― Craig Thompson, Blankets

“I love the sea because it is boundless.”
― Craig Thompson, Good-Bye, Chunky Rice

“How satisfying is it to leave a mark on a blank surface. To make a map of my movement--no matter how temporary.”
― Craig Thompson, Blankets

“I promise-ted I'd care up for him downwise 'til the tailend of time.”
― Craig Thompson, Good-Bye, Chunky Rice

“Pressed against her I can hear eternity -- hollow, lonely spaces and currents that churn ceaselessly, and the fallen snow welcomes the falling snow with a whispered "Hush".”
― Craig Thompson, Blankets

“At night, lying on your back and staring at the falling snow, it's easy to imagine oneself soaring through the stars.”
― Craig Thompson, Blankets

“And slowly the snow began to melt. First, doing a number on children's constructions; Then retreating to the foundations of barns and other buildings. Mangy grass poked through the receding snow. Patches of white were swallowed up in the till of the fields. New shapes emerged. Areas of the forest became INACCESSIBLE now that the snow no longer weighed down the weeds and brier. ...Nothing fits together anymore.”
― Craig Thompson, Blankets

“For what matters if I gain the whole world, but lose my soul?”
― Craig Thompson, Blankets

“Du bist gerade erst gegangen und schon erscheinen unsere gemeinsamen Orte so viel schöner und bedeutungsvoller. Wieso wolltest du all das nur hinter dir lassen? Was rede ich, meine Welt ist doch nicht bedeutungsvoller, sondern leerer. Was nützt der atemberaubende Blick aufs Meer schon ohne dich? Gar nichts.”
― Craig Thompson