“My creative juices only flow freely in the dark. My mind is like a mushroom: if you shine the light of the one true church on it, well then, inspiration may not spore at all.” — Jess Kidd Copy Share Image
“My creative juices only flow freely in the dark. My mind is like a mushroom: if you shine the light of the one true… — Jess Kidd Copy Share Image
“He has the look of someone whose soul got up and walked away in disgust a long time ago.” — Jess Kidd Copy Share Image
“Mahoney sees that she is locked down and bolted. If she were a castle she would have wound up the drawbridge and woken the… — Jess Kidd Copy Share Image
“For the dead don't change or grow. They're just echoes of the stories of their own lives sung back in the wrong order: arsewards.… — Jess Kidd Copy Share Image
“It is a truth universally unacknowledged that when the dead are trying to remember something, the living are trying harder to forget it.” — Jess Kidd Copy Share Image
“Words are capable of flying. They dart through windows, over fences, between bar stools and across courtyards. They travel rapidly from mouth to ear,… — Jess Kidd Copy Share Image
“For the dead are always close by in a life like Mahony's. The dead are drawn to the confused and the unwritten, the damaged… — Jess Kidd Copy Share Image
