Dale Bailey > Quotes

“Such was the paradox of love: out of fear of losing it, you willingly relinquished it. You inflicted upon yourself the wound you dreaded most of all.”
― Dale Bailey, In The Night Wood

“She fled before him until the breath burned in her lungs, until her legs ached, until she could taste her own sweat, salty against her lips—until finally she collapsed, exhausted, in a sunshot glade at the very center of the world, in the heartwood itself.”
― Dale Bailey, The Resurrection Man's Legacy: And Other Stories