Actually, years mean nothing. It's what's inside them.

— Simon Van Booy

Anyone who is desperate or alone will agree there is comfort in routine.

— Simon Van Booy

But those who seek only reassurance from life will never be more than tourists—seeing everything and trying to possess what can only be felt. Beauty is the shadow of imperfection.

— Simon Van Booy

Children are the closest we have to wisdom, and they become adults the moment that final drop of everything mysterious is strained from them.

— Simon Van Booy

Coincidences mean you're on the right path.

— Simon Van Booy

Dave once asked me what blind people dream about. Mostly in sound and feeling, I replied. At night, I fall in love with a voice, and then wake to a feeling of physical loss. Sometimes I close my eyes to a chorus of “Happy Birthday!” The smell of cake and the sound of feet under the table. I awake in a body that’s too big. I also dream in motion and sensation. My father’s boat and the snore of the mast; the rough fabric of the safety harness and the rip of Velcro. The sun on my legs. And endless stretch of water impossible to imagine.

— Simon Van Booy

Death is the most sophisticated form of beauty, and the most difficult to accept.

— Simon Van Booy

Every moment is the paradox of now or never.

— Simon Van Booy

Grief is a room without doors - but somehow, with its tinsel and clichés, Christmas finds a way in.

— Simon Van Booy

He might be famous (local newspaper or television) for finding it, true—but if fame takes away the thing it celebrates, then Sebastien would prefer the inspired silence. We’re all famous in our own hearts anyway.

— Simon Van Booy