Bidemi

“Now we've gone days and days without talking. It doesn't even seem odd anymore, and that's the saddest thing of all' - ppg 172”
― Annabel Pitcher, Silence is Goldfish

“You don't have to wear a wedding ring to be a husband. And you don't have to be a husband to be someone's partner." - Mr Goldfish; ppg 246”
― Annabel Pitcher, Silence is Goldfish

“My heart is your heart," she whispers, and wow that takes my breath away, this line from my childhood that she always used to say...' - ppg 248+249”
― Annabel Pitcher, Silence is Goldfish

“Why are you friends with those girls anyway?" His face glows orange in the flame of his lighter. "Same reason I am, I suppose." He laughs sardonically. "They're fit, aren't they? Nice to look at? Popular?" He inhales deeply then blows smoke at the sky. "Superficial bullshit. None of us is immune. It's pervasive, the sickness at the heart of our society." He stoops over the bin, and for a second I think he might vomit, but then he reappears with something held delicately between his thumb and forefinger. It's a brown half-eaten apple that he spins like a globe. "There is something rotten at the core of our world. Something broken at the heart of everything, on every level. Think about it. The planet - broken. Society- broken." Henry points at the apple, roughly where the United Kingdom might be. "And us---" he glances at me "---the individuals, two little specks of nothing in all this madness..."
"Broken?" Mr Goldfish guesses, filling the long, strange silence.
"Totally and utterly screwed."
- ppg 237+238”
― Annabel Pitcher, Silence is Goldfish