Brian Andreas
Brian Andreas
Brian Andreasis an American writer, painter, publisher and speaker widely known for his simple and poetic short stories of 50 to 100 words, often accompanied by distinctive color drawings. The stories range from wry comic commentary to elegant and direct meditations on themes of love, relationships, and being alive now. His earlier stories, prints and books to 2014 continue to be released by his company StoryPeople. After 2014, his work is published for both national and international audiences by brian...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionWriter
CountryUnited States of America
I sometimes wake in the early morning & listen to the soft breathing of my children & I think to myself, this is one thing I will never regret & I carry that quiet with me all day long.
I read once that the ancient Egyptians had fifty words for sand & the Eskimos had a hundred words for snow. I wish I had a thousand words for love, but all that comes to mind is the way you move against me while you sleep & there are no words for that.
Anyone can slay a dragon, he told me, but try waking up every morning and loving the world all over again. That's what takes a real hero.
The birds brought seeds & flowers & bits of brightly colored string & placed them in her hair while she slept so she would remember the wild joy of spring when she finally awoke.
She said she usually cried at least once each day not because she was sad, but because the world was so beautiful and life was so short.
There is nothing more I ask of this life than this moment, exactly so. And suddenly forever seems like too short a time.
There are days I drop words of comfort on myself like falling leaves and remember that it is enough to be taken care of by myself.
If you hold on to the handle, it's easier to maintain the illusion of control. But it's more fun if you just let the wind carry you.
Time stands still best in moments that look suspiciously like ordinary life.
There are things you do because they feel right and they may make no sense and they may make no money and it may be the real reason we are here: to love each other and to eat each other's cooking and say it was good.
The first time her laughter unfurled its wings in the wind, we knew that the world would never be the same
I like geography best, he said, because your mountains & rivers know the secret. Pay no attention to boundaries.
You're the strangest person I ever met, she said & I said you too & we decided we'd know each other a long time.
My grandma used to plant tomato seedlings in tin cans from tomato sauce & puree & crushed tomatoes she got from the Italian restaurant by her house, but she always soaked the labels off first. I don't want them to be anxious about the future, she said. It's not healthy.