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329 pages, Paperback
First published May 1, 2002
If your intentions are pureSome people are just meant to meet. Meant to know each other, be in each others lives. Thats how it is with Jacob Grace and Trixie. They are just meant to be. From the first time they meet, they both know it. Jacob is different than any man Trixie has ever met.
I’m seeking a friend
For the end
Of the world.
I got the impression Jacob was an odd person. And I mean that as the best possible compliment I could give a guy.
“Here’s the thing. I feel like we grew in the same womb or something. Like we’ve been connected from the beginning by blood and veins. Siamese soul lovers, if there could ever be such a thing.”
“We’re all searching for something to fill up what I like to call that big, God-shaped hole in our souls. Some people use alcohol, or sex, or their children, or food, or money, or music, or heroin. A lot of people even use the concept of God itself. I could go on and on. I used to know a girl who used shoes. She had over two-hundred pairs. But it’s all the same thing, really. People, for some stupid reason, think they can escape their sorrows.”They are able to communicate about life, love, their families, hopes, dreams, fears. Trixie has many fears... her biggest fear being death. Jacob, not so much. One thing he is afraid of...
“Everyone’s afraid of something.” I said.I fell in love with Jacob Grace. He is a man unlike any other. He has issues, mostly with his father, but he is the sweetest, kindest, most soulful character. He is a lover, a dreamer, passionate, just amazing. You can’t help but adore him. He really is ‘it’ for Trixie. No matter what this couple goes through, there is never a question about it. They were made for each other. They have this intense connection, you just can’t explain it. You can feel it. Jacob is everything Trixie has ever wanted, what she’s been looking for her entire life.
“Okay then,” he said, trying to think of something quickly. “I’m afraid of sleeping another night without you. How’s that?”
Bottom line: It’s okay to screw up as long as you keep trying. The key is to keep trying.
”We are all searching for something to fill up what I like to call that big, God-shaped hole in our souls”
You can’t wait forever for something, and then say it’s too late when the time finally comes
"(…) I think we are God. We all have that inside of us. And I believe we go on after we've turned to dust. Our souls, I mean."
(…)
"A search. We're all searching for something to fill up what I like to call that big God-shaped hole in our souls. Some people use alcohol, or sex, or their children, or food, or money, or music, or heroin. A lot of people even use the concept of God itself. (…)"
Real annihilation happens from the inside out.
"Come dance with me."
"Jacob," I said, "do you think there's anything in life that can fill up the hole? And not only fill it up, but keep it filled?"
"That's the real trick, isn't it?" he said incisively. "It's easy to plant a seed and sprinkle it with water, but once the sun scorches the ground, and the earth soaks up all the moisture, you're left with nothing but a thirsty little flower trying desperately to make it out of the dirt."
You are the music, in the
symphony of life.
You are the music in the peace
solitude and stillness of the
early a.m., for you are the
song in my heart.
You are the music on an ocean's front,
for you are the roar of the waves,
the power of the sea,
and the salt in the air.
You are the music amidst a crowd
and the chorus of city sounds
for that is my song,
and you are the music.
You are the music in my thoughts
of each new day, and the last image
I glimpse, as my eyes are
closed upon a feathered pillow.
You are the music, In that secret place
called sleep. I search for you through
all the songs of life. It is you that
I search for, through shades of darkness
and clouds of cotton.
When I think of you, the music is always and
forever. Every moment of my life. And, when
the final sleep does come and if there is music,
I shall think of you.
© Joe Fazio
"If your intentions are pure I'm seeking a friend for the end of the world."
When I was twelve, a fortune teller told me that my one true love would die young and leave me all alone.
Everyone said she was a fraud,
that she was just making it up.
I'd really like to know why the hell a person would make up a thing like that.
Trixie," he said. "Do you mind if I call you Trixie?"
"I've only discovered four things that make life worth living for me.
My work is one of them."
"What are the other three?"
"Music, books and sex," I said. "Not necessarily in that order."
I discovered Nick Drake when I was in school but hadn't listened to him in years. His music was full of grief and torment and truth ...
"Don't waste your time with fear."
"Fear won't keep you safe from being hurt."
Still waters run deep...
If your intentions are pure, I'm seeking a friend for the end of the world.
When I was twelve, a fortune teller told me that my one true love would die young and leave me all alone.
"Don't tell me Jacob is reckless. Jacob is not reckless. Jacob just wants to feel things. He wants to live, something you wouldn't know the first thing about."
Maybe that was the dreamer in me. I try to find meaning anywhere I can. It's the only way I know how to validate my existence.
"You're the world's muse, Trixie."
"I just want to be your muse."
"Done."
"You want to know how to make God laugh? Tell him your plans."
It was a story about people with dreams. Dreams that never come true.
“It seemed cruelly unfair to me, even then, how fast your life can change before you have an opportunity to rethink your choices. We should get second chances on the big stuff. We should come equipped with erasers attached to the tops of our heads. Like pencils. We should be able to flip over and scribble away mistakes, at least once or twice during the duration of our existence, especially in matters of life and death.”
[his eyes] ... they were older, wearier than his age let on. But I sensed in them a splash of irony, too; a proud acceptance of the fact that life can be a bitch sometimes, that some people feel things too deeply.
"You try and act so tough, you think you're so damn hopeless and godless and faithless, but you don't fool me. People without hope aren't tormented by the world they way you are. People without hope don't give a shit. But I see it in you, in the way you look at things, even in the way you look at me sometimes, like I'm the coolest fucking guy in the universe, and I know it's in there. Reverence. Belief. Something. You have a lot more faith than you own up to."
"I know it's late but," he paused, "would it be all right if I came over?"
"Right now?"
"Yeah."
"Jacob," I said, "how long have you been waiting to ask me that?"
"Who knows?" he said, more to himself than to me.
"Maybe all my life."
"If your intentions are pure I'm seeking a friend for the end of the world."
“Here’s the thing. I feel like we grew in the same womb or something. Like we’ve been connected from the beginning by blood and veins. Someone soul lovers, if there could ever be such a thing.”
“We’re all searching for something to fill up what I like to call that big, God-shaped hole in our souls."
"Everyone feels that void. Everyone who has the balls to look inside themselves, anyway. It's what life's all about…A search."
"Sometimes the most consequential moments in my life originate from a state of completely witless human auto-pilot."
"I feel like we grew in the same womb or something. Like we've been connected from the beginning by blood and veins. Siamese soul lovers..."
'I always felt like I didn't marry into the landscape of the human world like others did, that I was on the outside looking in.'
"You're the world's muse, Trixie."
"I just want to be your muse."
"Done."
"here's the thing," Jacob continued, "I feel like we grew in the same womb or something. Like we've been connected from the beginning by blood and veins. Siamese soul lovers. If there could ever be such a thing."
"It's all about now," he said. "Let's always try to remember how we feel right now."
"If your intentions are pure
I'm seeking a friend
for the end
of the world"
“Don't waste your time with fear.. Fear won't keep you safe from being hurt.”
“You try and act so tough, you think you're so damn hopeless and godless and faithless, but you don't fool me. People without hope aren't tormented by the world the way you are. People without hope don't give a shit. but I see it in you, in the way you look at things, even in the way you look at me sometimes, like I'm the coolest fucking guy in the universe, and I know it's in there. Reverence. Belief. Something. You have a lot more faith than you own up to. You just don't want to be let down. But I'm not going to let you down again. Not if I can help it.”
“Thoughts are king, Trixie, king!”
“If your intentions are pure, I'm seeking a friend for the end of the world.”