Some people are attracted to sickness, to the kind of madness where sparks fly off the head, to the incoherence of despair, masked by nervous energy, which winds up looking like bewildered joy. — Luke Davies Copy Share Image
“I'm hurling all the little joys against the greater sadness. The sadness is a giant weight. It presses down. Its mean: "What's the point?” — Luke Davies Copy Share Image
Love could be fractured and serve different purposes, and that intense love could be divided, between people just as easily as between moments of… — Luke Davies Copy Share Image
“Not only good to be alive, but nice to come with a stranger. Intimacy? For now I want nothing of it. I am simply… — Luke Davies Copy Share Image
You're beautiful, but you're somewhere else. That's okay. I can handle that. But we won't continue as friends, not just now. I like you… — Luke Davies Copy Share Image
Some people are attracted to sickness, to the kind of madness where sparks fly off the head, to the incoherence of despair, masked by… — Luke Davies Copy Share Image
From time to time it has struck me that as a writer, I've somehow managed to live my life as I had long ago… — Luke Davies Copy Share Image
Everything comes to nothing in the end, I suppose. Or at least, nothing happens exactly the way we imagine it. — Luke Davies Copy Share Image
The very concept of solid ground is a myth. The galaxy itself is adrift. — Luke Davies Copy Share Image
“His eyes are huge and black. I think about desire. There are flickerings that occur, and we know very little about them. Millimetres of… — Luke Davies Copy Share Image
When you can stop you don't want to, and when you want to stop, you can't... — Luke Davies Copy Share Image
“All summer it feels as if it will rain soon. All summer the strange feeling, 'something will break.” — Luke Davies Copy Share Image
“For every gain there is a sacrifice, and the removal of the parasite sometimes entails removal of the host.” — Luke Davies Copy Share Image
“What everyone fails to notice, when talking to the other humans, to mothers and lovers and strangers in the streeet, is the one obvious… — Luke Davies Copy Share Image
