“But I care, deeply. I find humans dull except in grief. There are very few in health, disaster, famine, atrocity, splendour or normality that interest me (interest ME!) but the motherless children do. Motherless children are pure crow. For a… — Max Porter Copy Share Image
“She was beaten to death, I once told some boys at a party. Oh shit mate, they said. I lie about how you died,… — Max Porter Copy Share
“I missed her so much that I wanted to build a hundred-foot memorial to her with my bare hands. I wanted to see her… — Max Porter Copy Share
“...we were different boys, we were brave new boys without a Mum. So when he told us what happened I don't know what my… — Max Porter Copy Share
“We will never fight again, our lovely, quick, template-ready arguments. Our delicate cross-stitch of bickers.” — Max Porter Copy Share
“The bell rang again. I climbed down the carpeted stairs into the chilly hallway and opened the front door. There were no streetlights, bins… — Max Porter Copy Share
“But I care, deeply. I find humans dull except in grief. There are very few in health, disaster, famine, atrocity, splendour or normality that… — Max Porter Copy Share
“I felt it would be years before the knotted-string dream of other people’s performances of woe for my dead wife would thin enough for… — Max Porter Copy Share
“I plucked one feather from my hood and left it on his forehead, for, his, head. For a souvenir, for a warning, for a… — Max Porter Copy Share
“Ghosts do not haunt, they regress. Just as when you need to go to sleep you think of trees or lawns, you are taking… — Max Porter Copy Share
“So I walked into their room in the navy blue middle of the night in summertime and listened to them breathing.” — Max Porter Copy Share
“It is everything. It is the fabric of selfhood, and beautifully chaotic. It shares mathematical characteristics with many natural forms.” — Max Porter Copy Share
