Brian Andreas Quotes

I'm interested in geography and weather and things like that, and if you don't write love songs, you've gotta go somewhere. I wrote a lot about places because that's what else there was. I had to stop myself from writing more of them.

The mountains are fountains not only of rivers and fertile soil, but of men.

Geography is just physics slowed down, with a couple of trees stuck in it.

No one has to know. No one would. It would be her secret, one she would share with the mountains only. The question is whether it is a secret she can live with, and Parwana thinks she knows the answer. She has lived with secrets all her life.

Alaska is our biggest, buggiest, boggiest state. Texas remains our largest unfrozen state. But mountainous Utah, if ironed out flat, would take up more space on a map than either.

The only way to keep your secrets safe is to have none at all.

Secrets interest us all, I think.

Everywhere's been where it is ever since it was first put there. It's called geography.

Secrets are generally terrible. Beauty is not often hidden — only ugliness and deformity.

... there are shadows because there are hills.

How could I say that I wished to penetrate the secrets of the mountains in search of something still unknown that, like the yeti, might well be missed for the very fact of searching?

I was tired of secrets, tired of seeing things I was not supposed to see. And so I just cried.

Will holding a secret in your heart make it any less true? If you never tell, never speak of it, will it become only a dream, less than a dream, a nightmare half-remembered? Oh, if only the gods would be so good. (Catelyn)

Behind us: the unknown. Before us: the secret.

It’s a simple truth that a secret is something you’re ashamed of.

Things keep their secrets.

All the secrets of the world worth knowing are hiding in plain site.

The life of nature we must meet halfway; it is shy, withdrawn, and blends itself with a vast neutral background. We must be initiated; it is an order the secrets of which are well guarded.

If I could just stay alive for a week, I’d know the unwritten secrets of Anna’s mom and the Dutch Tulip Guy.

Secrets she'll take to the grave and secrets she's dying to share.

But the heaviest things, I think, are the secrets. They can drown you if you let them.

...thinking that the world was like an orange, that I could split it open with my thumbnail and find a whole different world, the grown-up world, the secrets beneath the skin.

Secrets are like pregnancies hereabouts. You can hide them for a while but then they will start screaming.

Was never secret history but birds tell it in the bowers.

Nothing weighs more than a secret.