“You don’t give your mum enough credit for raising you, Elle. Look at you. Teenage sweetheart with a sugar shell and strychnine centre. We might as well finish speaking the truth now.” — Shirley Marr Copy Share Image
“I walked up to the window, raised my palm and pressed it against the pane. It left a bloodied handprint. Through the red shape—my… — Shirley Marr Copy Share Image
“I was thinking that if it really was my fault, if every reaction could be traced to an action before, then at the very… — Shirley Marr Copy Share Image
“I want to grow up and do something cool with my life, such as build an orphanage in a third world country like all… — Shirley Marr Copy Share Image
“My uniform felt like a costume. I put on a fresh coat of black nail polish. I twisted up a tube of Revlon Red… — Shirley Marr Copy Share Image
“I grabbed Lexi’s tousled head and kissed her hair. She smelt like John-Paul Gaultier and blood.” — Shirley Marr Copy Share Image
“Neil once told me you had to become a monster so that you didn't become the victim of one instead. I don't care what… — Shirley Marr Copy Share Image
“I swapped my heart for a bargaining chip a long time ago. And here I am turning it over and over again in my… — Shirley Marr Copy Share Image
“If you're hoping to party like it's 1999 because Prince told you the world was going to end in 2000, then I'm sorry to… — Shirley Marr Copy Share Image
“You don’t give your mum enough credit for raising you, Elle. Look at you. Teenage sweetheart with a sugar shell and strychnine centre. We… — Shirley Marr Copy Share Image
“Brian, maybe you are right after all. It was a plan. It had a beginning, middle and an end. We knew what we wanted… — Shirley Marr Copy Share Image
“So it is just you and your friends then.” “Yes. Is that so hard to believe?” Is it because we’re girls? I want to… — Shirley Marr Copy Share Image
“Neil said to me once that in times of desperation, you have to force yourself to make a decision. It's your choice, he said.… — Shirley Marr Copy Share Image
