Annie

“She passed into his soul forever.”
― James Joyce, A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man

“The more I drink, the more I remember all the things we’ve never done. I was a ghost until I touched you. Never swallowed mortal food until I tasted you, never understood the spoken word until I found your tongue. I’ve been a sleep-walker, sad somnambula, hands outstretched to strike the solid thing that could awaken me to life at last. I have only ever stood here under this lamp, against your body, I’ve missed you all my life.”
― Ann-Marie MacDonald, Fall on Your Knees

“She does not own her stories—she becomes a voyeur of her own life—never fully entering it.”
― Rishma Dunlop, Boundary Bay

“It isn't about being or not being dead. It's about what you leave behind.”
― Martin McDonagh, The Pillowman