Like a tree losing its leaves. I forget even the thing I was thinking. — Jenny Downham Copy Share Image
“No le digas a tu hija que este planeta se está yendo a la mierda.” — Jenny Downham Amor Copy Share Image
I never plan a structure. I like surprises. I'm quite disciplined and sit at my desk every day and just write. — Jenny Downham Architecture Copy Share Image
I miss him as soon as he goes. When he isn't with me, I think I made him up. — Jenny Downham Copy Share Image
“Sex," I ask her. "What does it mean?" "Poor you," She say's. "You really did get a crap shag, didn't you?” — Jenny Downham Shag Copy Share Image
I want to die in my own way. It's my illness, my death, my choice. This is what saying yes means. — Jenny Downham Choices Copy Share Image
“Was this love? Because it hurt. It felt like a bit of glass stuck somewhere important - his heart or his head.… — Jenny Downham Copy Share Image
Was this love? Because it hurt. It was like a bit of glass stuck somewhere important--his heart or his head, and it… — Jenny Downham Copy Share Image
I want the people I love to get up and speak about me, and even if you cry it'll be OK. I… — Jenny Downham Cry Copy Share Image
I want you to be with me in the dark. To hold me. To keep loving me. To help me when I… — Jenny Downham Dark Copy Share Image
I don't want to go into a fridge at an undertaker's. I want you to keep me at home until the funeral.… — Jenny Downham Copy Share Image
Perhaps I'm dead. Perhaps this is all it will be. The living will carry on in their world – touching, walking. And… — Jenny Downham Copy Share Image
“Hey, listen,' I say. " Fascinating as this is, we've got to go now. I have to collect the invites for my… — Jenny Downham Funeral Copy Share Image
As an actor I worked for seven years with a community theater company based in London. We used improvisation techniques to take… — Jenny Downham Access Copy Share Image
The inside of the door is glossy white. A total re-paint. I touch it with my fingers, but it stays the same.… — Jenny Downham Copy Share Image
a little bird moves a mountain of sand one grain at a time it picks up one grain every million years and… — Jenny Downham Bird Copy Share Image
I didn't understand that when you make love, you actually do MAKE love. Stir things. Affect each other. The breath that escapes… — Jenny Downham Breath Copy Share Image
I'm here, Tess. I'm right here, holding your hand. Adam's here, too, he's sitting on the other side of the bed. And… — Jenny Downham Copy Share Image
“I want a big dark room you can barely move in, with bodies grinding close together. I want to hear a thousand… — Jenny Downham Dark room Copy Share Image
Cal says that humans are made from the nuclear ash of dead stars. He says that when I die, I'll return to… — Jenny Downham Apples Copy Share Image
It's really going to happen. I really won't ever go back to school. Not ever. I'll never be famous or leave anything… — Jenny Downham Copy Share Image
“Instructions for Dad. I don't want to go into a fridge at an undertaker's. I want you to keep me at home… — Jenny Downham Before i die Copy Share Image
“I wish I had a boyfriend. I wish he lived in the wardrobe on a coat hanger. Whenever I wanted, I could… — Jenny Downham Copy Share Image
How late is it? How long have we been sitting here? I look at my watch – three thirty and the day… — Jenny Downham Copy Share Image
“I don't give a shit, Dad!" "Well I do! I absolutely give a shit! This will completely exhaust you." "It's my body.… — Jenny Downham Death and dying Copy Share Image
And in bed, deep inside the building, are all the headaches that won't go away. The failed kidneys, the rashes, the ragged-edged… — Jenny Downham Copy Share Image
“I don't want to be dead. I haven't been loved this way for long enough.” — Jenny Downham Copy Share Image
Then she says, ‘I love you.’ Like three drops of blood falling onto snow. — Jenny Downham Copy Share Image
It's a shame i can't be there myself - i like parties. Text me if you think of any good hymns! — Jenny Downham Hymns Copy Share Image
