“To be a mother is some kind of amazing. Something really amazing” — Abigail George Mother Copy Share Image
“They parade for us In zoos - in portraits Of every generation.” — Abigail George Painting 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… — Abigail George Health Copy Share Image
“I never touched drink. It uproots you. Plants you some place you will never remember the morning after.” — Abigail George Morning 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… — Abigail George Human rights Copy Share Image
“Tin-Tin in your rattle skin Dumbed and worn down - Flushed pink-salmon suffering.” — Abigail George Copy Share Image
“You have to live in a fog, Tramping scorched earth; Not to read words of truth.” — Abigail George Nature 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… — Abigail George Horror films 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… — Abigail George Grief Copy Share Image
“Intimate letters - They become rock art alphabet, Shelved history.” — Abigail George Art Copy Share Image
“All light in the darkness has a spiritual source. The flame that flickers in the darkness is not fearful of self-surrender, stems… — Abigail George Darkness Copy Share Image
“I have a man, she said. And my man tall and good-looking. What have you? Nothing that I can see.” — Abigail George Copy Share Image
“Blood is red. Dust is the answer after all in the end. Sleep does not have a house. Does not have a… — Abigail George Darkness Copy Share Image
“Bloodwork is familiar. Like the stream flowing into the river blood flows through veins, arteries, platelets, and walls. Carol stepped outside. It… — Abigail George Angel wings Copy Share Image
“Arching her back towards him. Her slender arms, legs, waist enfolded by his arms. His warm and authentic embrace. That was how… — Abigail George Happiness and love Copy Share Image
“To me she was beautiful, this artist's model, this film extra, a woman who had been married three times. I think she… — Abigail George Art Copy Share Image
“Bridges burned and pages turned with every tear that fell from my eyes.” — Abigail George Copy Share Image
“Gulls fly overhead While waves slap against rocks From dusk till dawn.” — Abigail George Dusk Till Dawn Copy Share Image
“The end of the book also means the death of the book and after that comes the mania and depression. One or… — Abigail George Book Copy Share Image
“Yes, I know that now that there is truth in beauty and beauty in truth. My nature is to be depressive and… — Abigail George Beauty Copy Share Image
“I am home for good like a tiny shoot. The tiny shoots in my mother's garden. I have a passion for idle… — Abigail George Books Copy Share Image
