“Words are capable of flying. They dart through windows, over fences, between bar stools and across courtyards. They travel rapidly from mouth to ear, from ear to mouth. And as they go, they pick up speed and weight and substance… — Jess Kidd Copy Share Image
“My creative juices only flow freely in the dark. My mind is like a mushroom: if you shine the light of the one true… — Jess Kidd Copy Share Image
“He has the look of someone whose soul got up and walked away in disgust a long time ago.” — Jess Kidd Copy Share Image
“Mahoney sees that she is locked down and bolted. If she were a castle she would have wound up the drawbridge and woken the… — Jess Kidd Copy Share Image
“For the dead don't change or grow. They're just echoes of the stories of their own lives sung back in the wrong order: arsewards.… — Jess Kidd Copy Share Image
“It is a truth universally unacknowledged that when the dead are trying to remember something, the living are trying harder to forget it.” — Jess Kidd Copy Share Image
“Words are capable of flying. They dart through windows, over fences, between bar stools and across courtyards. They travel rapidly from mouth to ear,… — Jess Kidd Copy Share Image
“For the dead are always close by in a life like Mahony's. The dead are drawn to the confused and the unwritten, the damaged… — Jess Kidd Copy Share Image
