“One day, I learned that a single look can change everything. And since then I have seen it countless times. I have grappled to understand it and failed. For instance, all it took was a look from another man for… — Ali Shaw Copy Share Image
“It was the touch that made him realize he loved her. Warmth from her scalp. Grease from her locks. He entwined his hand in her hair. It shrank through his moving fingers like sand. They lay together for a long time. Somewhere outside, a dog barked. He could barely believe he had lived so long without wanting to touch. Photography… — Ali Shaw Copy Share
“She guiltily found she didn't miss him as much as she missed company in general.” — Ali Shaw Copy Share Image
“A clock ticked somewhere in the darkness. This was the time of night when things seemed unreal, when a thought that could be dismissed… — Ali Shaw Copy Share Image
“The sunset like a blacksmith, was beating the sky into glowing red blades.” — Ali Shaw Copy Share Image
“It had butterfly wings, like flakes of patterned wax. Under the wings it had a hairy body with tiny horns. Its fur looked very dry in the hot summer rays. It had an ox’s head, no bigger than her thumbnail, with a pink muzzle drawn into a grimace. A white splodge between its nostrils. The impossible detail of a scar… — Ali Shaw Copy Share
“Perhaps you think too hard about what words you're going to use and how to make your mouth say them.” — Ali Shaw Copy Share Image
“She had felt a collision with him and known that she had wanted this her whole life: to crash for just one moment into… — Ali Shaw Copy Share Image
“Beeches stood aghast in pools of shed leaves. Silver poplars looked like moonbeams.” — Ali Shaw Copy Share Image
“Then there were the negatives. How he missed negatives. They were the actual rays of light, bounced straight off a landscape, an object, a person, and scarred on to the film. Photographic negatives were the hardest evidence you could get of your memories. They were the char left by the fire, the bruise left on your skin. The same light… — Ali Shaw Copy Share
“He said human beings were like a wind blowing. He said that sometimes we're loud and sometimes we're a whisper, sometimes we're warm and… — Ali Shaw Copy Share Image
“the sky was something she’d so often dreamed of while the hoo-ha of the Sunday service carried on around her. There seemed to her… — Ali Shaw Copy Share Image
