Real love should draw no blood from the loved and buckets from the lover. — Emily Maguire Copy Share Image
“And the worst thing, the unsurvivable thing, is understanding that there exist people who know in their flesh the truth of all this. They… — Emily Maguire Copy Share Image
“These were the parts of Strathdee the tourists never saw, lined with red-brick and fibro rentals with squat steel fences out front. It was… — Emily Maguire Copy Share Image
“That's what Jamie didn't understand: it was never just sex. Even the fastest, dirtiest, most impersonal screw was about more than sex. It was about connection. It was about looking at another human being and seeing your own loneliness and neediness reflected back. It was recognising that together you had the power to temporarily banish that sense of isolation. It… — Emily Maguire Copy Share
“May fiddled with her phone, reminding herself she was good at this and in control and that getting the story was more important than feminist principles – or no, not even that, it was that feminist principles demanded she tell the truth about this heinous act of violence against a woman and the blokey, misogynist community in which it happened,… — Emily Maguire Copy Share
It was disconcerting that being in love felt lonelier than lonelines. — Emily Maguire Copy Share Image
But then, life is a constant withering of possibilities. Some are stolen with the lives of people you love. Others are let go, with… — Emily Maguire Copy Share Image
“And reading this way - with no deadline, no agenda - she remembered why she loved literature so much. It was like fucking a… — Emily Maguire Copy Share Image
“Do something a bit shit, like getting in a fight outside the TAB or getting a DUI, and people around here will bag the… — Emily Maguire Copy Share Image
Sarah learnt a lot from Alex. Like the way men could say one thing, then another, then act in a way inconsistent with both… — Emily Maguire Copy Share Image
Boys are rarely told that their virginity is a gift, or indeed that their sexuality is about “giving” something to another person – lightly… — Emily Maguire Copy Share Image
“She was seventy-three, a widow, came in every night looking like the Queen, drank her body weight in gin and left looking like an… — Emily Maguire Copy Share Image
Real love should draw no blood from the loved and buckets from the lover. — Emily Maguire Copy Share Image
