“Writing is like going underwater - thank you for being there when I come back up.” — Ali Shaw Copy Share Image
“After a long while he sat upright with great effort, exhaled a sigh and reached for a clean sheet of lined paper, smoothing it out on the desk. He unscrewed the lid of his fountain pen, laid it perpendicular to… — Ali Shaw Copy Share Image
“It was the touch that made him realize he loved her. Warmth from her scalp. Grease from her locks. He entwined his hand in… — Ali Shaw Copy Share Image
“She guiltily found she didn't miss him as much as she missed company in general.” — Ali Shaw Copy Share Image
“A clock ticked somewhere in the darkness. This was the time of night when things seemed unreal, when a thought that could be dismissed… — Ali Shaw Copy Share Image
“The sunset like a blacksmith, was beating the sky into glowing red blades.” — Ali Shaw Copy Share Image
“It had butterfly wings, like flakes of patterned wax. Under the wings it had a hairy body with tiny horns. Its fur looked very… — Ali Shaw Copy Share Image
“Perhaps you think too hard about what words you're going to use and how to make your mouth say them.” — Ali Shaw Copy Share Image
“She had felt a collision with him and known that she had wanted this her whole life: to crash for just one moment into… — Ali Shaw Copy Share Image
“Beeches stood aghast in pools of shed leaves. Silver poplars looked like moonbeams.” — Ali Shaw Copy Share Image
“Then there were the negatives. How he missed negatives. They were the actual rays of light, bounced straight off a landscape, an object, a… — Ali Shaw Copy Share Image
“He said human beings were like a wind blowing. He said that sometimes we're loud and sometimes we're a whisper, sometimes we're warm and… — Ali Shaw Copy Share Image
“the sky was something she’d so often dreamed of while the hoo-ha of the Sunday service carried on around her. There seemed to her… — Ali Shaw Copy Share Image
