“ I like to think of love as being slightly more forgiving than time.” — Cath Crowley Forgiving Copy Share Image
“It was about friendship, and pink vans, and doing the wrong thing, but still finding redemption in the end.” — Cath Crowley Friend Copy Share Image
“A graffiti moon cut by the shadow of power lines. A prisoner moon, Leo wrote.” — Cath Crowley Moon Copy Share Image
“...the definition of crazy is doing something close to the same thing twice and expecting a different end.” — Cath Crowley Copy Share Image
“I didn’t say you weren’t smart. I said you were stupid.” “I guess I’m too dumb to see the difference.” — Cath Crowley Copy Share Image
“To win a little you have to risk something. To win big, you have to risk it all.” — Cath Crowley Risk Copy Share Image
“Secondhand books are haunted, according to him. Ghosts in the pages.” — Cath Crowley Books Copy Share Image
“His mouth dips into that freckle on my neck. Thank you, sun. Thank you, thank you, sun.” — Cath Crowley Sun Copy Share Image
“What's the point in living on past the moment when those we have loved have left us? And how can we ever… — Cath Crowley Copy Share Image
“It’s a relief to tell Henry, to let everything out—losing Cal, how I failed, how everything feels ruined now. It’s a relief… — Cath Crowley Relief Copy Share Image
“Do you ever hear from your dad?’ I ask. ‘Uh-uh. Mum said they had the biggest fight before he left. She was… — Cath Crowley Dad Copy Share Image
“I'm fond of Derek Walcott too. I could eat his poem "Love After Love." Just peel the words off the page and… — Cath Crowley Love Copy Share Image
“I spray the sky fast. Eyes ahead and behind. Looking for cops. Looking for anyone I don't want to be here. Paint… — cath crowley Graffiti Copy Share Image
“I know they still love each other, but I guess love is kind of like a marshmallow in a microwave on high.… — Cath Crowley Love Copy Share Image
“I think back to the night Leo talked to me from the floor, telling me he didn’t like sleeping because that’s when… — Cath Crowley Copy Share Image
“Everything in the world's got a voice; most people don't hear hard enough is all. Sunrise sounds like slow chords dripping from… — Cath Crowley Copy Share Image
“I'm up for a Shadow hunt." She tries to let us out, but the lock's stuck. "That's weird." "Is this like an… — Cath Crowley Copy Share Image
“The End of Her She’s sitting on the hill Hoping for a day When her dreams don’t hit the road She’s throwing… — Cath Crowley Dreams Copy Share Image
“I don’t think you can date a letter like this. A love letter, by definition, should be timeless or what’s the point?… — Cath Crowley Copy Share Image
“Ed’s breath wanders over me, and he spotlights that freckle on my neck with his eyes and the heat of the night… — Cath Crowley Copy Share Image
“Words matter, in fact. They're not pointless, as you've suggested. If they were pointless, then they couldn't start revolutions and they wouldn't… — Cath Crowley Fall in love Copy Share Image
“It's when I'm around some people that my entire vocabulary goes on vacation. Like now, when Dave's walking next to me wearing… — Cath Crowley Language Copy Share Image
“We watch her walk into the spotlight she’s been been hiding from most of her life. Sure, friendship is all about believing… — Cath Crowley Friend Copy Share Image
“She points at two big steps on the back of her bike. "You have training... somethings? What are they?" "Feet platforms. My… — Cath Crowley Copy Share Image
“I like how you shake Off years of ordinary Cover me with extraordinary Ways of seeing I never saw before But now… — Cath Crowley Copy Share Image
“I like that about art, that what you see is sometimes more about who you are than what's on the wall.” — Cath Crowley Art Copy Share Image
“We've got secrets coming out our arses and you want to take them to a clairvoyant?” — Cath Crowley Clairvoyant Copy Share Image
“I made you collapsible. I put you in and raised you with string and made you stay there with putty.” — Cath Crowley Copy Share Image
“You know who Mr. Darcy is?" "I exist, therefore I know who Mr. Darcy is.” — Cath Crowley Copy Share Image
“We are crossing lines. I don't know what they are exactly, though. Or where they lead.” — Cath Crowley Copy Share Image
“He smells the same—peppermint and cedar and a hint of old books.” — Cath Crowley Books Copy Share Image
“... all isn't lost. We lose things, but sometimes they come back. Life doesn't always happen in the order you want.” — Cath Crowley Life Copy Share Image
“So I did, and after that day she took the world off my chest, lifted it so I could breathe.” — Cath Crowley Copy Share Image
“We didn’t have a date. A date ends in a kiss, not blood and broken cartilage.” — Cath Crowley Copy Share Image
“Serial killer aren't creative." "Watch a little Dexter and get back to me on that.” — Cath Crowley Copy Share Image
“He's one of the good guys,' she always said.'Just sometimes he's working undercover” — Cath Crowley Copy Share Image
“Her eyes always bothered me when we were kids. They still do. They make mine ache trying to see where they end.” — Cath Crowley Copy Share Image
“Sometimes a memory is a thing that can't be explained using words.” — Cath Crowley Language Copy Share Image
“I told her yeah, but there was no skin on my voice and she heard the bones in my words like I… — Cath Crowley Copy Share Image
“I've almost seen him. And Poet," she says, and I want tot say, You have seen him and you didn't want him.” — Cath Crowley Poet Copy Share Image
