“… the house is on fire, but go ahead – finish painting the verandah…”
— John Geddes
“…who would have known the dark eyes staring into mine would become our children’s eyes…?”
— John Geddes
“…did you know that in your eyes there are bright flecks of green and orange – and that they are lovely?…”
— John Geddes
“…Use your finger to trace the scar upon my chest- I lied – it wasn’t a knife wound, but a scrape from a nail sliding under a fence to see you…”
— John Geddes
“…when you’re broken, everything gets a little honester – you make mistakes and don’t give a damn – you give up on perfection, but get real…”
— John Geddes
“…the bones of cirrus clouds stand out like ribs against the sky – an angel is stretching…”
— John Geddes
“…the secret to writing is to get your own pain – shout it out till it hurts your throat – weep it into your pillow – then write it down …”
— John Geddes
“…writing with ferocity is a gift, provided that ferocity is a monomaniacal devotion to pursuing the truth …”
— John Geddes
“… my early writing was a silent fury – at what or whom, I had no idea – but I shut it in until it burned my bones and now, I’ve let it out…”
— John Geddes
“…I make no apology about stirring the depths – every human longs to swim under water and see what lurks beneath …”
— John Geddes
“…there is a myth called objective reality – we think an impersonal world exists apart from us – it doesn’t – it needs us to be …”
— John Geddes
“…I know Shakespeare said art is holding up a mirror to nature- but you’re actually bending and refracting it through your interior dialogue …”
— John Geddes
“…Mankind is not a race of noble savages – but primitive monsters hide inside us, elusive as Sasquatch…”
— John Geddes
“…open the access to your heart and write down what your voice is whispering…”
— John Geddes
“your moods and colors are my climate, not the changing face of the sky”
— John Geddes
“…our monsters walk the dark pathways of secret motives…”
— John Geddes
“…don’t think love is just an emotion – I am dangerous and you know it because I will do anything you ask me to do…”
— John Geddes
“Last night, lost in spaces between star—bays and lakes of clouds, I tossed and turned looking for you”
— John Geddes
“I see you from afar—fragile and shy as a star gleaming through a cloudy rift”
— John Geddes
“…You won’t age? I promise you this – your hands will go shiny and transparent and at the slightest bruise they’ll bleed…”
— John Geddes
“…summer softens lines that winter cruelly shows…”
— John Geddes
“…I’m not in control and without a firm spot, like Archimedes I can’t move the world – let alone your heart..”
— John Geddes
“…freedom of conscience does not mean being uncontrolled – we have to control ourselves and at times submit to others…”
— John Geddes
“…I’m a modern mountebank – I believe in Physiognomy – after all, we are in control of our face – it’s the map of where we’ve been…”
— John Geddes
“…I see myself at crossroads in my life, mapless, lacking bits of knowledge – then, the Moon breaks through, lights up the path before me…”
— John Geddes
“…if you’re an artist, you’ve submitted to authority…”
— John Geddes
“…some of the best love poems have been written by monks and nuns…”
— John Geddes
“…You say you don’t mistrust me, yet you quote Chrysostom – Hell is paved with priests’ skulls….”
— John Geddes
“…you found me in my lonely labyrinth and like Beatrice, led me out of my own hell…”
— John Geddes
“we compose our life in stories we tell ourselves”
— John Geddes