Danielle

“Christine had gone into the city archives, found them in an old City of Edmonton telephone book. Her family was in a book. Her family and herself were defined by a street, an avenue, and a phone number. This line of type will rearrange itself into a story of ghosts in that place. A story of her ghost. Christine thought of herself as a child, with no idea of the world but all the ideas of the world. Maybe this was her dream self. She wasn't sure anymore.”
― Wendy McGrath, Broke City

“Llew puts the lid down without comment, pushes the stool back. There is a fluidity to his movements, despite his size, that tells me he has never had to fold himself into s hidden thing, and I wonder what that must be like, to know his body is irreproachable.”
― Sophie Mackintosh, The Water Cure

“Maybe Sandy was right, and she was a saint, and saints were universally despised by their families.”
― Anne Patchett

“She thought of the little disks hidden in her closet and under her bed and at the back of her drawers. They were her secret. The disks she made let her hold those times and remember them forever. Like putty her father had used to fill the nick in the cupboard, her disks dilled the empty space that was left behind wen a moment was over. Her mother and father could never find them.”
― Wendy McGrath, North East