“Traveling, she realized, was like a slow dismemberment of the body. It plucked the heart out of her and split it into pieces, leaving a bit behind wherever she went, never to be whole again.” — Rhian J. Martin Copy Share Image
“It was all very isolating to think about, what people use to define themselves and their actions. And at the end of the day,… — Rhian J. Martin Copy Share Image
“Time limits tend to turn everything predictable and mundane into a novelty.” — Rhian J. Martin Copy Share Image
“The benefit of carrying the entire world on your shoulders was that you didn’t have to stare it in the face.” — Rhian J. Martin Copy Share Image
“People are like mussels. You can put them in a vat of boiling water, and some of them will pop open immediately. Some of… — Rhian J. Martin Copy Share Image
“There was a certain untamed energy about the west of Ireland – full of tragedy and struggle, sown with the flesh of the departed.” — Rhian J. Martin Copy Share Image
“Are guilt and regret not messages from inside of us, letting us know that our moral compasses have been recalibrated and are pointing in… — Rhian J. Martin Copy Share Image
“Such was the cyclical nature of Galway life: finding tragedy in the simple things and simplicity in the tragic things.” — Rhian J. Martin Copy Share Image
“Traveling, she realized, was like a slow dismemberment of the body. It plucked the heart out of her and split it into pieces, leaving… — Rhian J. Martin Copy Share Image
“She supposed this was the real definition of a mother – a woman who willingly allows her heart to break over and over again… — Rhian J. Martin Copy Share Image
