K. Martin Beckner

“I've left behind so many unfinished quilts in my life, beautiful pieces of dreams and intentions never fully assembled.”

“Why do we as humans always tend to remember the worse things about people? We may know someone for many years, know them as vibrant and healthy, yet when they fall ill and pass away, we can only picture them at their sickest, as though they were born and lived their whole lives wearing a death mask.”

“I want you to learn that if you don't keep picking at old wounds, over time they will eventually heal. Oh sure, sometimes they will leave a nasty, jagged scar, but at least it won't hurt like it did anymore, and if you don't look at it, sometimes you can almost forget it's there.”

“That scream left her mouth and entered my head, where it's been ever since, sometimes waking me up at night.”

“She chose the attractive room, not noticing the cloven hoof exposed beneath the ornate curtains. That decision has surely haunted her every day since, finally catching up to her.”

“Initially they waited with hope, but as each hour passed, hope slipped away like the wind, the wind that as a small boy Ethan had once tried to capture with his tiny fingers.”

“Life’s journey does not take place down an easy roadway, as some might imagine. It takes place inside a giant house with a million doorways. Every day of our lives we are faced with decisions to make, doorways to walk through. It can be confusing at times, like walking through a carnival maze. Some decisions we make are big, some small, but they all have consequences..”

“Miss Green can call a turd a rose if she wants, but that don't mean people's going to be lining up to smell it.”

“You can lock a lion up in a room, if you want to, but you'll still hear it growling and clawing to get out.”

“But forever was a useless term, relevant only for the dead.”

“As a very young person, I was ready and willing to explore and try new things, unhampered by the daily routines that adults so often feel obligated to adhere to.”

“The world to him no longer seemed a math equation but rather a complex piece of art, a masterpiece of things not easily understood.”