“The day had been a slowly closing door. The rest of the world moved on out into the stream of life, while I was left stranded and forgotten on the riverbank, at low tide.” — Lia Mills Copy Share Image
“So many people, so much industry - a reproach to my aimless, time-wasting existence.” — Lia Mills Copy Share Image
“I wanted to burn, to hurt, to shatter into a million tiny pieces riding violent winds of flame and ruin.” — Lia Mills Copy Share Image
“If you love someone, and that person dies, all that love becomes a burden, a weight accumulating, pooling inside you, with nowhere to go.” — Lia Mills Copy Share Image
“The day had been a slowly closing door. The rest of the world moved on out into the stream of life, while I was… — Lia Mills Copy Share Image
“Why must you always try to take a closer look at things that are perfectly evident?” — Lia Mills Copy Share Image
“Grief made fools of us all. There was shock in it, but there could hardly be surprise.” — Lia Mills Copy Share Image
“So many people, so much industry - a reproach to my aimless, time-wasting existence.” — Lia Mills Copy Share Image
“The high domed ceiling put me in mind of a skull, a brain, a mind. What did that make us, the readers?” — Lia Mills Copy Share Image
“If the city were to drink itself insensible, this is how it might dream, like a sleeping dog, twitching and moaning.” — Lia Mills Copy Share Image
