“Bloodwork is familiar. Like the stream flowing into the river blood flows through veins, arteries, platelets, and walls. Carol stepped outside. It was times like this that she remembered that there had been a time that she had wanted to… — Abigail George Copy Share Image
“Everything is becoming misty or is it the hot chocolate that I am drinking going straight to my head, the company I am keeping. Listen to me. Politics etched into bone tasting tin roof ice cream. Politics seemed to have… — Abigail George Copy Share Image
“We didn't have much. We had each other. The five of us and that was enough. That day on the beach.” — Abigail George Copy Share Image
“Life has hurt me. When life hurts you, which way do you go, up or down? When life hurts you what happens to a… — Abigail George Copy Share Image
“I never touched drink. It uproots you. Plants you some place you will never remember the morning after.” — Abigail George Copy Share Image
“Does this mean that men evolve faster than women do, would we ever live in an integrated society where the sexes would be equal?… — Abigail George Copy Share Image
“Tin-Tin in your rattle skin Dumbed and worn down - Flushed pink-salmon suffering.” — Abigail George Copy Share Image
“You have to live in a fog, Tramping scorched earth; Not to read words of truth.” — Abigail George Copy Share Image
“I never said it. Never said, "Get a job'', or, ''you're just a bum watching rubbish television and horror films all day long,'' but… — Abigail George Copy Share Image
“If I were an alcoholic, a raging alcoholic, I would drink all my sorrows away. Sadness to me reminds me of Hemingway driving ambulances… — Abigail George Copy Share Image
“Intimate letters - They become rock art alphabet, Shelved history.” — Abigail George Copy Share Image
