“She was beaten to death, I once told some boys at a party. Oh shit mate, they said. I lie about how… — Max Porter Death Copy Share Image
“I missed her so much that I wanted to build a hundred-foot memorial to her with my bare hands. I wanted to… — Max Porter Hyde park Copy Share Image
“...we were different boys, we were brave new boys without a Mum. So when he told us what happened I don't know… — Max Porter Grief Copy Share Image
“We will never fight again, our lovely, quick, template-ready arguments. Our delicate cross-stitch of bickers.” — Max Porter Copy Share Image
“The bell rang again. I climbed down the carpeted stairs into the chilly hallway and opened the front door. There were no… — Max Porter Crow Copy Share Image
“But I care, deeply. I find humans dull except in grief. There are very few in health, disaster, famine, atrocity, splendour or… — Max Porter Children Copy Share Image
“I felt it would be years before the knotted-string dream of other people’s performances of woe for my dead wife would thin… — Max Porter Dream Copy Share Image
“I plucked one feather from my hood and left it on his forehead, for, his, head. For a souvenir, for a warning,… — Max Porter Crow Copy Share Image
“Ghosts do not haunt, they regress. Just as when you need to go to sleep you think of trees or lawns, you… — Max Porter Ghost Copy Share Image
“Grief felt fourth-dimensional, abstract, faintly familiar. I was cold.” — Max Porter Death Copy Share Image
“So I walked into their room in the navy blue middle of the night in summertime and listened to them breathing.” — Max Porter Middle of the night Copy Share Image
“It is everything. It is the fabric of selfhood, and beautifully chaotic. It shares mathematical characteristics with many natural forms.” — Max Porter Identity Copy Share Image
