“My pains, sometimes seem like witch hunters: confess, confess, confess. Like a heavy stone on my rib-cage. Confess to what? And, of course, I would confess, if only I knew what it was they wanted to hear.” — Richard Smyth Copy Share Image
“Perhaps it's impolite to die so flippantly, after all she's done for me.” — Richard Smyth Copy Share Image
“There are too many years around this table, too much time confined in one place.” — Richard Smyth Copy Share Image
“My pains, sometimes seem like witch hunters: confess, confess, confess. Like a heavy stone on my rib-cage. Confess to what? And, of course, I… — Richard Smyth Copy Share Image
“You hear about ghosts: sad ghosts, angry ghosts.I'll tell you, the worst is when they laugh, and the worst sort are the ones whose… — Richard Smyth Copy Share Image
“Is the undertaker joyous when his turn comes around? All those years holding the door open. To pass through - does it feel like… — Richard Smyth Copy Share Image
