But hands are sacred things. Touch is personal, fingers of love, feelers of blind eyes, tongues of those who cannot talk… — Keri Hulme Copy Share Image
I am not a person to say the words out loud I think them strongly, or let them hunger from the page: know it from there, from my silence, from somewhere other than my tongue the quiet love the silent… — Keri Hulme Copy Share Image
“She had debated, in the frivolity of the beginning, whether to build a hole or a tower; a hole, because she was fond of… — Keri Hulme Copy Share Image
A family can be the bane of one's existence. A family can also be most of the meaning of one's existence. I don't know… — Keri Hulme Copy Share Image
I am in limbo, and in limbo there are no races, no prizes, no changes, no chances. There are merely degrees of endurance, and… — Keri Hulme Copy Share Image
I have faced Death. I have been caught in the wild weed tangles of Her hair, seen the gleam of her jade eyes. I… — Keri Hulme Copy Share Image
But hands are sacred things. Touch is personal, fingers of love, feelers of blind eyes, tongues of those who cannot talk… — Keri Hulme Copy Share Image
Wars of small kingdoms and forgotten lands, what do chessmen dream of in the dark? — Keri Hulme Copy Share Image
The company you keep at death is, of all things, most dependent on chance. — Keri Hulme Copy Share Image
The smarter you are, the more you know, the less reason you have to trust or love or confide. — Keri Hulme Copy Share Image
“They were nothing more than people, by themselves. Even paired, any pairing, they would have been nothing more than people by themselves. But all… — Keri Hulme Copy Share Image
“The childhood years are the best years of your life… Whoever coined that was an unmitigated fuckwit, a bullshit artist supreme. Life gets better… — Keri Hulme Copy Share Image
I am not a person to say the words out loud I think them strongly, or let them hunger from the page: know it… — Keri Hulme Copy Share Image
Through poverty, godhunger, the family debacle, I kept a sense of worth. I could limn and paint like no-one else in this human-wounded land:… — Keri Hulme Copy Share Image
