Callan

“When she stands in its ribcage, she recalls how she had once placed her hands on the outside of its body, and now she is inside its body, in the space created by its absent life. When she looks up, she sees the bones arching over her head against the vast starry sky like roof beams, like the skeletal beginnings of a strange new home. Something she has made from what was washed up, unwanted; something created from what was left to her.”
― Joanna Quinn, The Whalebone Theatre

“Their most-loved books have been read so many times, they only have to look at the covers to know how it feels to be enclosed within them.”
― Joanna Quinn, The Whalebone Theatre

“And here in the dark, with the angry sea and Dovermere's looming presence, with the crushing sadness and guilt and dream madness pressing down on her, this was the only thing that felt real. The sound of her name on his lips, the solidity of his embrace, the faint smell of coffee and bergamot that enveloped her, soothing, grounding, familiar.”
― Pascale Lacelle

“But she was a mystery wrapped in charm, wit, and quick smiles.”
― Pascale Lacelle