The Falconer Dana Czapnik Quotes

I have to live in a world where the whole human being that I am will make other people uncomfortable and find a way to not be bothered.

Maybe her method of protest is just not participating. Maybe there's something quietly revolutionary in not longing to be beautiful.

And ultimately you have to expect what your own heart wants.

It’s a sad day when you finally realize that not everyone you love has to love you back. It’s a lesson I keep on forgetting I’ve learned before.

Anyone who says that if you do things a certain way you'll be guaranteed happiness is selling you something. No one knows their own destiny in advance.

Maybe there's something quietly revolutionary in not longing to be beautiful.

No one grows up. People just age.

I knew then that whatever I chose to do in life, I wanted to feel that way about it. Whatever it was, I wanted to love it so much it was worth considerable risk. I wouldn't let an addiction to gravity hold me back.

girls always make themselves smaller, more compact, while boys always take up as much space as possible. why is that? do we think we don’t deserve the same amount of space in the world? are we afraid they won’t like us if we do?

It's good to be a little lonely. It reminds you of the importance of other people. A person too comfortable in loneliness loses touch with the wonderful things. Laughing alone in a room should always be tinged with a bit of sadness. But a little bit of loneliness serves another purpose, too. It's a good reminder of the small piece of land that is your self.

Because the world rains arrows and honey whenever he's near me. Painful and sweet.

How old do you have to get to stop feeling like something magical is just around the corner?

I wish all the lesson I've learned could be transferred to you through osmosis. Unfortunately, you'll have to learn them on your own, since no one ever learns from anyone else's experience. That's why history always repeats itself.

I wish I was a camera and could slow my eyes' arpeture so that the light of the spliff would linger and create zigzags across my field of vision. I close my eyes and admire the afterburn.

She said that inside every person is a constant war between staying and leaving and that there are some people who can decide on one or the other and eventually find contentment. And then there are those who remain restless forever.

She smiles at me, revealing a missing incisor. "I know it's crazy, but it's true--ha-ha, c'mon, lovely. Sing with me. I know you know it. Don't lie." And it's true. I know the lyrics and I love Arthur as much as the next looney tune, and there is some deep lizard-brain part of me that wants to blast it all to hell and start singing along with this insane lady graveyard-shift cabbie and just sob the remainder of my mascara off and get whatever hackneyed life Advice she desperately wants to give me about being tough or soft or how to live my life as woman-hear-me-roar crap and all that shit from the Seventies.

We don't have to kill to eat. The only thing we have to kill is time. And time is an easy kill.

My cousin Violet says you can’t stay forever young, but you can stay forever open to wonder.