“I turned round and round in the middle of the road—a broken toy—my wellies clop-clopping over the white line, and the creaking hinges of the pub sign goading me. My mind strobed with thoughts of a man’s face pressed into the pavement, a woman’s teeth grating against glass, virus or poison or plague, an empty dog lead, bodies like carrion,… — Jo Furniss Copy Share
“The trouble with the Wikipedia generation is that they cannot tolerate ignorance.” — Jo Furniss Copy Share Image
“But that’s what people do, Woody. People are just walking bags of impulses. Not just teenagers—all of us. We do shitty things because we… — Jo Furniss Copy Share Image
“There seemed to be no end to this wood, and no beginning, and no difference in it, and, worst of all, no way out.” — Jo Furniss Copy Share Image
“tea bag in the box. I drew in a deep breath while I gathered all my best expletives into my” — Jo Furniss Copy Share Image
“Farther down the road, a hatchback was wrapped around a lamppost, a hanging basket embedded in its windshield. In the other direction was the… — Jo Furniss Copy Share Image
“You know how people say they would die for their kids? I never got that. What good are we dead? What’s hard is living… — Jo Furniss Copy Share Image
“That was a habit of mine: not paying attention to the things entrusted to my care.” — Jo Furniss Copy Share Image
“A moment when the worst had already happened, so there was nothing left to worry about. I wanted to stop forever in that pause… — Jo Furniss Copy Share Image
“We watched the buzzards soaring with the brutal grace of skateboarding teenagers, up to nothing that was ostensibly no-good, but menacing all the same.” — Jo Furniss Copy Share Image
“All these much-celebrated choices that we have, apparently, us modern women. There are no choices, only higher expectations. Except” — Jo Furniss Copy Share Image
