“If I could buck, I would. If I could howl at the moon, then I would. To feel this, when I’d thought it was over, when my body’s closing down and I thought I’d have no pleasure from it again.… — Jenny Downham Copy Share Image
“Sklupčam se u podnožju stubišta. To je mjesto gdje mačka sjedi kad hoće da se ljudi spotaknu preko nje. Uvijek sam htjela biti mačka.… — Jenny Downham Copy Share
It's as if a child with a brush and too much enthusiasm has been set free with a tin of black paint inside me. — Jenny Downham Copy Share
It was strange how words meant something when they came out of your mouth. Inside your head they were safe and silent, but once… — Jenny Downham Copy Share
“I sit up in bed and watch her fiddle about in the back of my wardrobe. I think she's got a plan. That's what's… — Jenny Downham Copy Share
“I wish I had a boyfriend. I wish he lived in the wardrobe on a coat hanger. Whenever I wanted, I could get him… — Jenny Downham Copy Share
All I know is that I have two choices – stay wrapped in blankets and get on with dying, or get the list back… — Jenny Downham Copy Share
“Hey, listen,' I say. " Fascinating as this is, we've got to go now. I have to collect the invites for my funeral." That… — Jenny Downham Copy Share
“Zatvaram oči i zamišljam da sam drvo okupano sunčevim svjetlom, da ne želim ništa osim kiše.” — Jenny Downham Copy Share
Every breath, every heartbeat, was one less until maybe things stopped hurting this much. — Jenny Downham Copy Share
