5 Quotes & Sayings By Henry Martin

Henry Martin is the author of over 50 books, the most recent of which are The Red Carpet Road to Hollywood, The Red Carpet Road to Hollywood 2, and The Red Carpet Road to Hollywood 3. Martin has been featured on TV, radio, and in magazines and newspapers across America. He lives in Los Angeles with his wife, Sharon.

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In an era where Existence is incontestable, Truth is subjective, and Reality is perceived, fiction must mediate between the three. Henry Martin
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We lie on the blanket, our bare bodies basking in the sun like Adam and Eve in the Garden of Eden. Only our apples were bitten a long time ago, and we ate them too. Henry Martin
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I would like to believe and give in to my naiveté, I would like to embrace the fact that I am back in the place where the long fingers of civilization cannot reach me and rip my heart out. At this moment, I would like to embrace myself. I would like to be unconcerned with the rest of the world and take pleasure in knowing that I have found my home. All of my life, all of my adult life, which began with the first notion of understanding, I have been searching for this sensation. You, cruel world, have tried to bring me down, tried to crush me with your code of conduct, your ethics, and your preconceived limits on liberty. You have raped me and robbed me of happiness; you have stolen my dreams and my dignity, leaving me to rot with the rest of you. Today, I know I have escaped your poisoned web; I know your rules do not apply to me, for after all you have done to crush me, I am still standing proudly above the set of your sick play. I am in love–a feeling you no longer thought I was capable of. I am in love–living, breathing, dreaming again–triumphant over your sick schemes. Henry Martin
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Time plays no role in the life of one man–the subtle consciousness of it floating past me is more than enough. Years, months, days, hours, minutes, seconds–what does it matter? Floating by, it rubs against my skin, face, and hair–wearing me down, yet polishing me all the while. Time is like fine grains of sand in a desert storm. At first, you don’t pay any attention to it, but the more it hits you in the face, the more aware of it you become, the more annoying it gets until, one day, you find yourself suffocating. The weight of it eventually bends your spine, until you are crawling on your hands and knees, unable to stand straight. Then comes the time to crawl back into the womb, crawl inside and wait for rebirth. Henry Martin