“... I ask, 'Do you think Dylan's telling the truth?' Daisy checks her face in a little mirror, then hands it to… — Cath Crowley Telling the truth Copy Share Image
“Rose walks out of the warehouse and gets into the passenger seat. ‘You’re avoiding me,’ she says. ‘I’m avoiding myself,’ I tell… — Cath Crowley Good news Copy Share Image
“I hear everything he's ever painted in his voice. I hear that person on the beach, looking at the waves. I hear… — Cath Crowley Awww Copy Share Image
“And then we're at that moment when you both go and get what you want or you both go back. The moment… — Cath Crowley Copy Share Image
“We decided. We said that we weren't telling anyone. We said it was for art's sake. We said the more people who… — Cath Crowley Art Copy Share Image
“Right now, I'd be willing to kiss Ed through a bag. So it's true what they say about teenage hormones. It seems… — Cath Crowley Copy Share Image
“Your gran says you’re not eating enough,’ she says, and we keep moving. ‘She also says you’ve turned into a zombie who… — Cath Crowley Shaun Of The Dead Copy Share Image
“I try not to look at her because it’s weird to check out your best friend, but I can’t stop noticing things… — Cath Crowley Best friend Copy Share Image
“I should tell her to leave. I should maintain what dignity I can, which isn’t much considering I’m wearing a blanket and… — Cath Crowley Dignity Copy Share Image
“I kept thinking I wouldn't make it to Friday night. That something would happen before then to mess with my luck, something… — Cath Crowley Copy Share Image
“If my like for you was a football crowd, you’d be deaf ’cause of the roar. And if my like for you… — Cath Crowley Copy Share Image
“Have you ever done something that you were really ashamed of? I mean somehing so bad you felt sick just thinking about… — Cath Crowley Ashamed Copy Share Image
“You've been looking like this for months." Leo does something strange with his face. "I don't look like that." "Yeah. You do."… — Cath Crowley Art Copy Share Image
“I wake on the fiction couch deeply hungover, my head cracking, with Rachel telling me to get up. She’s holding my eyelids… — Cath Crowley Books Copy Share Image
“What are you reading?’ he asks this afternoon. ‘Kafka’s Metamorphosis,’ George says, without looking up. ‘And what’s it about?’ ‘Guy turns into… — Cath Crowley High school Copy Share Image
“If my like for you was a footy crowd, you'd be deaf cos of the roar. And if my like for you… — Cath Crowley Daisy Copy Share Image
