“If my like for you was a footy crowd, you'd be deaf cos of the roar. And if my like for you were a boxer, there'd be a dead guy lying on the floor. And if my like for you… — Cath Crowley Copy Share Image
“If my like for you was a football crowd, you’d be deaf ’cause of the roar. And if my like for you was a boxer, there’d be a dead guy lying on the floor. And if my like for you… — Cath Crowley Copy Share Image
“Get up, Henry,' he says. 'You're fermenting. Tell him he's fermenting, George.” — Cath Crowley Copy Share Image
“Secondhand books are haunted, according to him. Ghosts in the pages.” — Cath Crowley Copy Share Image
“Serial killer aren't creative." "Watch a little Dexter and get back to me on that.” — Cath Crowley Copy Share Image
“I made you collapsible. I put you in and raised you with string and made you stay there with putty.” — Cath Crowley Copy Share Image
“I’ve been reading a heap too—not swimming. I don’t swim. I like baths, though, and they allow the added bonus of being able to… — Cath Crowley Copy Share Image
“I spray the sky fast. Eyes ahead and behind. Looking for cops. Looking for anyone I don't want to be here. Paint sails and… — cath crowley Copy Share Image
“Words matter, in fact. They're not pointless, as you've suggested. If they were pointless, then they couldn't start revolutions and they wouldn't change history.… — Cath Crowley Copy Share Image
“I stopped doubting her predication after she told me I'd be allergic to guava juice, which was something I'd never tried. I drank a… — Cath Crowley Copy Share Image
“If my like for you was a footy crowd, you'd be deaf cos of the roar. And if my like for you were a… — Cath Crowley Copy Share Image
“Ellipses," according to Henry, are "fucking excellent." The exclamation mark is just a weird guy who talks too loudly.” — Cath Crowley Copy Share Image
“Humans are strong, but if you hit them at the right point, they destruct.” — Cath Crowley Copy Share Image
“He's one of the good guys,' she always said.'Just sometimes he's working undercover” — Cath Crowley Copy Share Image
“What are you reading?’ he asks this afternoon. ‘Kafka’s Metamorphosis,’ George says, without looking up. ‘And what’s it about?’ ‘Guy turns into a giant… — Cath Crowley Copy Share Image
“We've got secrets coming out our arses and you want to take them to a clairvoyant?” — Cath Crowley Copy Share Image
