Jonathan Clark > Jonathan's Quotes

“I’ve decided I want to live a life of letters, because letters never fade away. They’ve stood the test of time for several millennia. And here we are, still using them—even as we speak.”
― Jonathan D. Clark, False Cathedrals

“Politics is a game which is never kind to the fools who choose to practice it.”
― Jonathan D. Clark, Arcadia

“Quiet are the moments of honest reflection. Seldom do they come with enough time to appreciate what might lie under the surface, awaiting discovery—if anything should be found at all.”
― Jonathan D. Clark, False Cathedrals

“We create our own narrative: every typo, every misquoted phrase and poorly thought out abbreviation dictating the arrhythmic flow of each meaningless sentence of our lives.”
― Jonathan D. Clark, False Cathedrals

“During the dark, inactive hours of twilight, everything appeared uninhabited and without a soul; forgotten.”
― Jonathan D. Clark, False Cathedrals

“He wished he could go back. But unfortunately, he knew it to be an impossibility—that time could only travel forward and the simplicity of his childhood would remain lost to the past.”
― Jonathan D. Clark, As Ithaca Lay Forgotten

“Everybody dreams of ruling the world at some point.”
― Jonathan D. Clark, As Ithaca Lay Forgotten

“Everything we ever did as a species was always nothing more than a foolish, subconscious attempt to either reach for the Heavens or to stave off the inevitability of death, treating such a natural occurrence like a cancer: something we could defeat, if only we could discover the cure. But we failed to realize the futility of it all. Even stars and galaxies die. And if something as cosmic and transcendent as the very fabric of our universe is susceptible to the concept of death, then why did we believe we ever stood a chance of accomplishing such a feat ourselves?”
― Jonathan D. Clark, As Ithaca Lay Forgotten

“No one here ever asks what I plan to do with my life. They only ever ask what I plan to do tonight.”
― John F. Duffy, Where When It Rains

“We wake up every morning thinking that the day we're about to live is going to be one kind of way. Like the days before it. One to shuffle in with all the rest. When we look back at our lives and all the things that we've done, there's a sad realization hat most days are entirely wiped from our memories. We know those days must have happened or else we wouldn't be where we are, but the substance of them is gone. Of a lifetime of conversations, only the sentiments remain. Specificity eroded down to a nub of ambiguity. On inspection, whole years are nothing but a vague sense built out of the moments that lasted. The moments that made a deeper imprint. Occasionally, the truly spectacular, but more often, the deeply embarrassing. The tragic. Then without realizing we invent material to fill the gaps. Words never said and actions never taken to add flourish or valor or meaning where likely there was none. Even my two years working at Saladas. Most of it is gone. Washed away by the repetition of it all.”
― John F. Duffy, Where When It Rains