Shelley Taylor

“Actually, Justina, I didn't just ring you to chat about what an undead murderer I was... right, degenerate whore as well. Did I ever tell you my mum was one? No? Oh Blimey, I come from a long line of whores, in fact...”
― Jeaniene Frost

“Rosehill was shady and beautiful, the most serene place I could imagine. It had been closed to the public for years, and sometimes as I wandered alone - and often lonely - through the lush fern beds and long curtains of silvery moss, I pretended the crumbling angels were wood nymphs and fairies and I their ruler, queen of my own graveyard kingdom.”
― Amanda Stevens

“When men die, they die in fear", he said. "They take everything they need from you, and as a doctor it is your job to give it, to comfort them, to hold their hand. But children die how they have been living - in hope. They don't know what's happening, so they expect nothing, they don't ask you to hold their hand - but you end up needing them to hold yours. With children, you're on your own. Do you understand?”
― Tea Obreht

“Just before I look under my bed, I always get a little cold feeling, as if part of me expects to find something staring back at me.

I've probably seen too many Hollywood movies to have any hopes of ever cultivating a healthy relationship with the underside of my bed.”
― Graham Parke