No matter how often I think I can't stand it anymore, I always do. There is no alternative. I don't fall, I don't foam at the mouth, faint, collapse or die. It's the same for all of us. You can't… — Janice Galloway Copy Share Image
No matter how dark the room gets I can always see. It looks emptier when I put the lights on so I don't do it if I can help it. Brightness disagrees with me: it hurts my eyes, wastes electricity… — Janice Galloway Copy Share Image
I had thought that growing up's consolation was that you could escape from the arbitrariness of things, that somehow one acquired more control. Now… — Janice Galloway Copy Share Image
Quiet book-learning in monasteries and ethereal music, sonnets and courtly lovethat stuff is all fantasyand veneer? You couldn't afford to let the beauty of… — Janice Galloway Copy Share Image
No matter how often I think I can't stand it anymore, I always do. There is no alternative. I don't fall, I don't foam… — Janice Galloway Copy Share Image
“The whole point is that time passes. That things fade. He is already hard to remember. Look, I used to cry because I thought… — Janice Galloway Copy Share Image
No matter how dark the room gets I can always see. It looks emptier when I put the lights on so I don't do… — Janice Galloway Copy Share Image
You would think there's a natural limit to tears: only so much the body can give at one sitting before it runs dry. — Janice Galloway Copy Share Image
I already read everything. I read poems and plays and novels and newspapers and comic books and magazines. I read tins in supermarkets and… — Janice Galloway Copy Share Image
“That was probably how religion worked. The triumph of loneliness over intelligence. And why not? Why shouldn’t religion be exactly the same as everything… — Janice Galloway Copy Share Image
The phone is an instrument of intrusion into order. It is a threat to control. Just when you think you are alone and safe,… — Janice Galloway Copy Share Image
“God isn't fooled by mercenary goodness I told myself and went back to manic smiling.” — Janice Galloway Copy Share Image
