“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, pushing you under the surface.” — Kirsty Eagar Copy Share Image
“Once they know they've got a hold of your shame, they can shake it out and hold it up for the all world to see. And you become less than it. You become something disgusting.” — 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
