Quiet book-learning in monasteries and ethereal music, sonnets and courtly lovethat stuff is all fantasyand veneer? You couldn't afford to let the beauty of the thing seduce you too far or you forgot the truth and the truth was always… — Janice Galloway Copy Share Image
I already read everything. I read poems and plays and novels and newspapers and comic books and magazines. I read tins in supermarkets and leaflets that come through the door, unsolicited mail. None of it lasts long and it doesn't… — Janice Galloway Copy Share Image
I had thought that growing up's consolation was that you could escape from the arbitrariness of things, that somehow one acquired more control. Now… — Janice Galloway Copy Share Image
Quiet book-learning in monasteries and ethereal music, sonnets and courtly lovethat stuff is all fantasyand veneer? You couldn't afford to let the beauty of… — Janice Galloway Copy Share Image
No matter how often I think I can't stand it anymore, I always do. There is no alternative. I don't fall, I don't foam… — Janice Galloway Copy Share Image
“The whole point is that time passes. That things fade. He is already hard to remember. Look, I used to cry because I thought… — Janice Galloway Copy Share Image
No matter how dark the room gets I can always see. It looks emptier when I put the lights on so I don't do… — Janice Galloway Copy Share Image
You would think there's a natural limit to tears: only so much the body can give at one sitting before it runs dry. — Janice Galloway Copy Share Image
I already read everything. I read poems and plays and novels and newspapers and comic books and magazines. I read tins in supermarkets and… — Janice Galloway Copy Share Image
“That was probably how religion worked. The triumph of loneliness over intelligence. And why not? Why shouldn’t religion be exactly the same as everything… — Janice Galloway Copy Share Image
The phone is an instrument of intrusion into order. It is a threat to control. Just when you think you are alone and safe,… — Janice Galloway Copy Share Image
“God isn't fooled by mercenary goodness I told myself and went back to manic smiling.” — Janice Galloway Copy Share Image
