“But was it worth anything? That's the hopelessness of it. The openness of it. The part of it I can never understand. I am afraid of ambiguity and certainity and permanence and impermanence. And so is everybody else.” — Katherine Ewell Copy Share Image
“Volatile repose. The words just kept occurring to me. It was a perfect description of me -quiet, calm, but on the edge of something… — Katherine Ewell Copy Share Image
“Sometimes I imagine we're all like paper stars, folded up and gathered together, each of us convinced that we are glittering and celestial, each… — Katherine Ewell Copy Share Image
“There is no escape for me now, I know. Everything is over. I had my run. I was a murderer, a beautiful one, but… — Katherine Ewell Copy Share Image
“We are all told from the very beginning that we are important. From the moment we can first understand words and perhaps even before… — Katherine Ewell Copy Share Image
“It’s hard to feel alone when you’re me, sometimes. Sometimes even the houses crowd me in. I can imagine the people in them, still… — Katherine Ewell Copy Share Image
“For some people a thing may be right, and for others it may be wrong. There is no greater truth to morality -it is… — Katherine Ewell Copy Share Image
“I kill on order. I am everyone's assassin. I belong to no one but the grim reaper herself.” — Katherine Ewell Copy Share Image
“In a way, losing hope and losing importance are the same thing. It is that youthful vibrance, that eternal longing and believing, that makes… — Katherine Ewell Copy Share Image
“But was it worth anything? That's the hopelessness of it. The openness of it. The part of it I can never understand. I am… — Katherine Ewell Copy Share Image
