“This is its ancient soul, the quiet place, away from all its beats and rhythms. And my mind is unable to comprehend the sheer expanse of it. It’s as though I’ve suddenly blinked and found myself standing on a tightrope… — Kirsty Eagar Copy Share Image
“See, I know what they think about me. That I’m some project. And, yeah, I’ll accept their help. But I’m gonna pay my way.… — Kirsty Eagar Copy Share Image
“Oh, stop it, I tell myself. Stop looking for links and meaning and explanations. What did De Chirico say? The world is a museum… — Kirsty Eagar Copy Share Image
“Shame isn't a quiet grey cloud, shame is a drowning man who claws his way on top of you, scratching and tearing your skin,… — Kirsty Eagar Copy Share Image
“He exhales, then leans forward, reaching under the table to hold my knee. 'I didn't mean that. I want to be here. You know… — Kirsty Eagar Copy Share Image
“I draw the light with my fingers, and it seems to spark in response. And it’s then that the magic of this place, this… — Kirsty Eagar Copy Share Image
“SVU, CSI, CSI: NY. These shows, they're all about things being done to females and children. If they were full of thing being done… — Kirsty Eagar Copy Share Image
“It’s funny to me that power comes from sitting behind a desk. It should come from spending yourself.” — Kirsty Eagar Copy Share Image
“Ridiculous really, when you think that I come from a broken home and I probably have low self-esteem. But the way I see it,… — Kirsty Eagar Copy Share Image
“It's hard to explain, but it's related to me know that for every moment of beauty this place gives me, I probably miss a… — Kirsty Eagar Copy Share Image
“In normal families, unbroken families, the mother and the father are like two hands cupped together, and held by those hands are the children.… — Kirsty Eagar Copy Share Image
“I stare at his forearms. I can make out a naked woman with a snake going up her vagina. She’s holding a knife, slitting… — Kirsty Eagar Copy Share Image
“There was thin, reverberating silence; the sort of delicately plucked note that isn’t heard, but felt in the heart.” — Kirsty Eagar Copy Share Image
