The Dream of Perpetual Motion Quotes

“There are no new stories in the world anymore, and no more storytellers. There is nothing left but fragments of phrases that signaled their telling: once upon a time; why; and then; the end. But these phrases have lost their meanings through endless repetition, like everything else in this modern, mechanical age. And this machine age has no room for stories. These days we seek our pleasures out in single moments cast in amber, as if we have no desire to connect the future to the past. Stories? We have no time for them; we have no patience.”
― Dexter Palmer, The Dream of Perpetual Motion

“Certain parts of me became a little bit forgotten, a little bit numb, a little bit dead, and it was nice to have some dead places in me for a little while, to lose a little bit of my broken mind.”
― Dexter Palmer, The Dream of Perpetual Motion

“I want you to know that I'm just like you, and, just like you, sometimes I have a little trouble holding things together.”
― Dexter Palmer, The Dream of Perpetual Motion

“But I was not good enough. You should understand this about me—I am not a hero; not one to tap unknown reserves of courage; not one to rise to circumstance. I am the understudy who chokes on his lines when he is forced onto the stage. I am never, ever good enough.”
― Dexter Palmer, The Dream of Perpetual Motion

“A number of terrible things about falling in love make it not worth the time and the effort. But the worst of these is that we can never truly fall in love with a person, but only what we think that person is - more precisely, we fall in love with an image of a person that we create in our minds based on a few inconsequential traits: hair color; bloodline; timbre of voice; preference in music or literature. We are so quick to make a judgment on first sight, and it is so easy for us to decide that the object of our love is unquestionably perfect. And while people can only be human at best, these same fallible humans are more than capable of imagining each other to be infallible gods.
Any relationship we have with another human being is an ongoing process of error correction, altering this image that we see in our mind's eye whenever we lay love-blinded eyes on our beloved. It changes bit by bit until it matches the beloved herself, who is invariably less than perfect, often unworthy of love, and often incapable of giving love. This is why any extended interpersonal relationship other than the most superficial, be it a friendship, a romance, or a tie between father and daughter, must by necessity involve disappointment and pain. When the woman you worship behaves as a human being eventually will, she does not merely disappoint; she commits sacrilege, as if the God we worship were to somehow damn Himself.”
― Dexter Palmer, The Dream of Perpetual Motion

“I still have enough faith in language to believe that if I place enough words next to each other on the page, they will start to speak with sounds of their own.”
― Dexter Palmer, The Dream of Perpetual Motion

“Storytelling--that's not the future. The future, I'm afraid, is flashes and impulses. It's mode up of moments and fragments, and stories won't survive.”
― Dexter Palmer, The Dream of Perpetual Motion

“This is why it's good manners to give gifts in wrappers: so that, for a moment, that beast in all of us that makes us feel alive and keeps us from becoming angels can be satisfied. While a gift is in a wrapper, it can be anything, even that one indescribable thing that will make us happy enough to die in peace.”
― Dexter Palmer, The Dream of Perpetual Motion

“He would talk, and I would talk, and he would talk, and each of our words sounded out the deepest secret depths inside us. There are some forms of love that words can do no justice to. There are some scars that can't be seen. Perfection is in itself an imperfection. He had flaws. He was sick. He needed help. Is not everyone sick, at one time or another? That was part of his beauty, his sickness. If he had not been sick, he would not have been beautiful, in the way that consumptives are, burning themselves up in brilliant flashes of light . . . I don't expect you to be able to understand. Love is strong enough to resurrect the dead. I don't like the word scar, because it implies intent and blame. A soul as powerful as his had to burn. I have never known a love like this. You don't know. I would have done anything at all for him. You don't know. It feels so goddamn good to be needed, to have someone tell you that he has a gaping hole in him whose shape is made to fit you . . . I saw that he was burning a piece of art on me, a signature on my psyche because it filled the hole in his own, and he wanted to make me his.”
― Dexter Palmer, The Dream of Perpetual Motion

“Any story told in this machine age must be a story of fragments, for fragments are all the world has left: interrupted threads of talk at crowded cocktail parties; snatches of poems heard as a radio dial spins through its arc; incomplete commandments reclaimed from shattered stones.”
― Dexter Palmer, The Dream of Perpetual Motion

“At any other time it's better. You can do the things you feel you should; you're an expert at going through the motions. Your handshakes with strangers are firm and your gaze never wavers; you think of steel and diamonds when you stare. In monotone you repeat the legendary words of long-dead lovers to those you claim to love; you take them into bed with you, and you mimic the rhythmic motions you've read of in manuals. When protocol demands it you dutifully drop to your knees and pray to a god who no longer exists. But in this hour you must admit to yourself that this is not enough, that you are not good enough. And when you knock your fist against your chest you hear a hollow ringing echo, and all your thoughts are accompanied by the ticks of clockwork spinning behind your eyes, and everything you eat and drink has the aftertaste of rust.”
― Dexter Palmer, The Dream of Perpetual Motion

“Write down everything you remember. You’ll want to have it written down to look back on later, when your mind sands all the sharp edges off your memory and makes it into a dream that it will have you believe is true.”
― Dexter Palmer, The Dream of Perpetual Motion

“The machines of this place are failing, and the woman and I are here all alone. The perpetual motion engine, as brilliant and beautiful as it is, is running down—nothing lasts forever. But before this little world falls out of the sky there still might be time enough for redemption. There is still time for me to say the words that I should have had the courage to say at the beginning.

There is still time, perhaps, for one more miracle.

Hello, Miranda.”
― Dexter Palmer, The Dream of Perpetual Motion

“I truly do not know, and that unnameable feeling that comes with not knowing: it must be worse than grief. It must.”
― Dexter Palmer, The Dream of Perpetual Motion

“It is like reading two books, one with each eye, and understanding them both.”
― Dexter Palmer, The Dream of Perpetual Motion

“Other lives wind themselves into your own and then leave for distant places or wink out like extinguished lamps, and then all the evidence you have that there was ever any time is a few scribbled words and a few blurred pictures. Then those burn in fire or blow away in wind and you have nothing.”
― Dexter Palmer, The Dream of Perpetual Motion

“Every story needs a voice to tell it though, or it goes unheard. So I have to try. I still have enough faith left in language to believe that if I place enough words next to each other on the page, they will start to speak with sounds of their own.”
― Dexter Palmer, The Dream of Perpetual Motion

“Like most modern people, we no longer bothered to make the distinction between events in real life and the dramas of fictional worlds, and so the cliff-hanger that inevitably, reliably ended the hour held just as much or more importance to us as the newspaper that usually went from doorstep to garbage bin unread, and we speculated about the future lives of the characters that populated decayed mansions or desert isles as if they weren't inventions of other human minds.”
― Dexter Palmer, The Dream of Perpetual Motion

“All of us have days in our lives, perhaps three or four at the most, when what we might call disparate events converge.”
― Dexter Palmer, The Dream of Perpetual Motion

“Ah, but can one person ever really know another? Are we not all mysteries to each other?”
― Dexter Palmer, The Dream of Perpetual Motion

“She has sold them some of her time for the money she needs to live, but hoarded these moments for herself, and each one is precious, to be wasted as she wishes.”
― Dexter Palmer, The Dream of Perpetual Motion

“But even though she was wise beyond her years, she was still young, and so was I, and all of our words were drowned out by the noise of our beating hearts, screaming at us that we were, after all, creatures of flesh and blood.”
― Dexter Palmer, The Dream of Perpetual Motion

“We want all possible things made actual, the perpetual possibility of perfection, the best of all futures all at once.”
― Dexter Palmer, The Dream of Perpetual Motion

“They do think the world is some kind of science-fiction novel, then. Do you realize how fervently most people will believe in the promises of technology, even when those promises fly in the face of common sense?”
― Dexter Palmer, The Dream of Perpetual Motion

“I ask you to kill my father for the crime of bringing me into existence.”
― Dexter Palmer, The Dream of Perpetual Motion

“But space shrinks when you get old, and things lose their wonder, and the wisest thing to do then is to try your best to sleep.”
― Dexter Palmer, The Dream of Perpetual Motion

“There's no way for me to warn you about the terrible things that I know are going to happen.”
― Dexter Palmer, The Dream of Perpetual Motion

“Soft hearts provide poor harbor; tin hearts can better stand against time and bad weather, thin and hollow as they are. So you pray to change from flesh to metal, and the dying Author of the world hears your plea and performs his final miracle. He lays His hand on you and then He vanishes. And what mortal man can undo that? What human on this earth has the power to change a tin man back to flesh?”
― Dexter Palmer, The Dream of Perpetual Motion

“The palimpsests of molecules need not be overwritten, for machines make once-ephemeral words persist: they collect in gutters; they pile up and require sweeping; they hang in air like morning fog.”
― Dexter Palmer, The Dream of Perpetual Motion

“Love, no matter how high or low its form, must be requited, or the lover suffers.”
― dexter palmer, The Dream of Perpetual Motion