Randall Robinson Quotes

I am the soul in limbo.

I was obsessed with not knowing what happened after you were dead. And I sat or kneeled for a whole day with my head against the wall, trying to figure it out. But I couldn't, and I just said, 'Okay.' And then it was nothingness.

There is no hell, no inferno except the frenzy of living.

The point is to strip down, get protestant, then even more naked. Walk over scorched bricks to find your own soul. Your heart a searching dog in the rubble.

God, if there is a God, take my soul, if I have a soul.

I do fear death. But what I actually fear is not dying. I mean, true, it will be sad. But I know that there is a better place waiting for me.

You have a bout with death, things that touch your mortality, when that happens, all that bling-bling gets thrown away because all you've got is you and God.

Death is no more than passing from one room into another. But there's a difference for me, you know. Because in that other room I shall be able to see.

Dead people never seem to address the obvious - the things you'd think they'd be bursting to talk about, and the things all of us not-yet-dead are madly curious about. Such as: 'Hey, where are you now? What do you do all day? What's it feel like being dead? Can you see me? Even when I'm on the toilet? Would you cut that out?'

I never think that people die. They just go to department stores.

I am a big fan of work in any medium that can take on death - being dead, being a soul - in a new way.

I'm interested in the eternal soul. That's what I write about.

This human body is very much a vehicle that's used to the constraints of time but once the body is old and used up our minds go into an eternal space.

At the end of 'Afterlife' - hmm, how do I do this without spoilers - Skye took a very strange journey that crossed the boundary between life and death. And now, for her, that boundary is permanently blurred.

All day I think about it, then at night I say it. Where did I come from, and what am I supposed to be doing? I have no idea. My soul is from elsewhere, I’m sure of that,and I intend to end up there. Who looks out with my eyes? What is the soul? I cannot stop asking. If I could taste one sip of an answer, I could break out of this prison for drunks. I didn’t come here of my own accord, and I can’t leave that way. Whoever brought me here, will have to take me home.

The yearning to know what cannot be known, to comprehend the incomprehensible, to touch and taste the unapproachable, arises from the image of God in the nature of man. Deep calleth unto deep, and though polluted and landlocked by the mighty disaster theologians call the Fall, the soul senses its origin and longs to return to its source.

Send me out into another life lord because this one is growing faint I do not think it goes all the way

Catastrophe is the essence of the spiritual path, a series of breakdowns allowing us to discover the threads that weave all of life into a whole cloth.

To every man who struggles with his own soul in mystery, a book that is a book flowers once, and seeds, and is gone.

The dark night of the soul comes just before revelation.

To heal the wound, you have to go into the dark night of the soul.

I exist in the depths of solitude pondering my true goal Trying 2 find peace of mind and still preserve my soul

Mortality is but a stepping-stone to a more glorious existence in the future.