“Let me meet Poet, too, but mainly Shadow. The guy who paints in the dark. Paints birds trapped on brick walls and people lost in ghost forests. Paints guys with grass growing from their hearts and girls with buzzing lawn… — Cath Crowley Copy Share Image
“Get up, Henry,' he says. 'You're fermenting. Tell him he's fermenting, George.” — Cath Crowley Copy Share Image
“Secondhand books are haunted, according to him. Ghosts in the pages.” — Cath Crowley Copy Share Image
“Serial killer aren't creative." "Watch a little Dexter and get back to me on that.” — Cath Crowley Copy Share Image
“I made you collapsible. I put you in and raised you with string and made you stay there with putty.” — Cath Crowley Copy Share Image
“I’ve been reading a heap too—not swimming. I don’t swim. I like baths, though, and they allow the added bonus of being able to… — Cath Crowley Copy Share Image
“I spray the sky fast. Eyes ahead and behind. Looking for cops. Looking for anyone I don't want to be here. Paint sails and… — cath crowley Copy Share Image
“Words matter, in fact. They're not pointless, as you've suggested. If they were pointless, then they couldn't start revolutions and they wouldn't change history.… — Cath Crowley Copy Share Image
“I stopped doubting her predication after she told me I'd be allergic to guava juice, which was something I'd never tried. I drank a… — Cath Crowley Copy Share Image
“If my like for you was a footy crowd, you'd be deaf cos of the roar. And if my like for you were a… — Cath Crowley Copy Share Image
“Ellipses," according to Henry, are "fucking excellent." The exclamation mark is just a weird guy who talks too loudly.” — Cath Crowley Copy Share Image
“Humans are strong, but if you hit them at the right point, they destruct.” — Cath Crowley Copy Share Image
