“Blood is red. Dust is the answer after all in the end. Sleep does not have a house. Does not have a quantity. Blood has a house. Lungs have a house. They all have quantities. Reality was darkness to me.… — Abigail George Copy Share Image
“We didn't have much. We had each other. The five of us and that was enough. That day on the beach.” — Abigail George Copy Share Image
“Life has hurt me. When life hurts you, which way do you go, up or down? When life hurts you what happens to a… — Abigail George Copy Share Image
“I never touched drink. It uproots you. Plants you some place you will never remember the morning after.” — Abigail George Copy Share Image
“Does this mean that men evolve faster than women do, would we ever live in an integrated society where the sexes would be equal?… — Abigail George Copy Share Image
“Tin-Tin in your rattle skin Dumbed and worn down - Flushed pink-salmon suffering.” — Abigail George Copy Share Image
“You have to live in a fog, Tramping scorched earth; Not to read words of truth.” — Abigail George Copy Share Image
“I never said it. Never said, "Get a job'', or, ''you're just a bum watching rubbish television and horror films all day long,'' but… — Abigail George Copy Share Image
“If I were an alcoholic, a raging alcoholic, I would drink all my sorrows away. Sadness to me reminds me of Hemingway driving ambulances… — Abigail George Copy Share Image
“Intimate letters - They become rock art alphabet, Shelved history.” — Abigail George Copy Share Image
“All light in the darkness has a spiritual source. The flame that flickers in the darkness is not fearful of self-surrender, stems and atoms… — Abigail George Copy Share Image
“I have a man, she said. And my man tall and good-looking. What have you? Nothing that I can see.” — Abigail George Copy Share Image
