William Boyd Quotes

Death was past, life not come: so he waited.

Halfway down the stairs, is a stair, where I sit. There isn't any, other stair, quite like, it. I'm not at the bottom, I'm not at the top; So this is the stair, where, I always, stop. Halfway up the stairs, isn't up, and isn't down. It isn't in the nursery, it isn't in the town. And all sorts of funny thoughts, run round my head: It isn't really anywhere! It's somewhere else instead!

The beginning of the end can feel a lot like the middle when you are living in it.

This is not a place, after all. It is BETWEEN places. This is NOWHERE. A brief thought: I could stay here, abandon my quest, hang forever in the void, safe and cold and alone.

Standing in the middle of nowhere, wondering how to begin. Lost between tomorrow and yesterday, between now and then.

You can tell when something's not moving forward anymore. When the doubts you have about it don't go away.

Between two worlds life hovers like a star, twixt night and morn, upon the horizon's verge.

Everything I do, I'm sort of half in, half out.

When you are not happy where you are, and you are not quite sure if you want to leave or how to leave, you are in the meantime. Its a state of limbo. You are hanging on, ready to let go, afraid to fall, not wanting to hurt yourself, afraid you will hurt someone else. In the meantime, you pray the other person will let go first so that you will not feel guilty.

I'm a dweller of the threshold and I'm waiting at the door, and I'm standing in the darkness, I don't want to wait no more.

Change is like that: you are no longer where you were; you are not yet where you will get; you are nowhere exactly.

She didn't like being twelve. It felt like someplace between who she'd been and who she was about to be. It felt like no place at all.

Nobody wants to be here and nobody wants to leave.

I was just stock in the middle, vague and undefined.

Fifteen. Sixteen was probably something, but fifteen - fifteen was a place between here and nowhere.

The thing to do when you're feeling ambivalent is to wait.

It's interesting--the way in which one has to balance life--because you have to know when to let go and when to pull back.... There's always some liminal (as opposed to subliminal) space in between which is harder to inhabit because it never feels as safe as moving from one extreme to another.

I love borders. August is the border between summer and autumn; it is the most beautiful month I know. Twilight is the border between day and night, and the shore is the border between sea and land. The border is longing: when both have fallen in love but still haven't said anything. The border is to be on the way. It is the way that is the most important thing.

I tried to talk to the graduates who haven't figured what they're going to do next. The kids who are heading in medical school or law school, they've got pretty much figured where they're headed in life. But there are so many kids out there, that are just going, they're still kids. They've always been promoted from grade to grade.

He seemed to be waiting for me to move forward. Weren't we all.

At the moment, I'm certainly not thinking 'never again', but neither am I thinking 'I can't wait to play that part again'. I'm somewhere in between.

I live at the end of a dead end one way street. I don't know how I got there.

The man in between waits between the two, not hearing the lie and not seeing the true. Unknowing what is and denying what seems, and there he will sleep, the man in between.

Yesterday and tomorrow cross and mix on the skyline. The two are lost in a purple haze. One forgets, one waits.

Well, I've been waiting, I was sure we'd meet between the trains we're waiting for I think it's time to board another Please understand, I never had a secret chart to get me to the heart of this or any other matter