“Everything is becoming misty or is it the hot chocolate that I am drinking going straight to my head, the company I am keeping. Listen to me. Politics etched into bone tasting tin roof ice cream. Politics seemed to have… — 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 healthy body, a healthy mind? They gradually, gradually diminish. Evaporate. There was a false self. A Peter who believed in his power, that he could dominate any situation that he found himself in, that he could… — Abigail George Copy Share
“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? The bewildered self is unchanging. Men are unchanging when it comes top sex. Inertia. That would be the first word to describe my personality. Frightened and confused when it comes to sex, sensuality and the sexual… — Abigail George Copy Share
“Tin-Tin in your rattle skin Dumbed and worn down - Flushed pink-salmon suffering.” — Abigail George Copy Share
“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
