Drew McGee

“So many gifts her father gave her, so she should not be surprised they continued to be given, even in the moment of his dying.

...The gifts of patience, perspective, and detachment.

The gifts of silence, irrelevance, and joy.”
― Sheila Heti, Pure Colour

“Both making life and making art are pouring spirit into form.”
― Sheila Heti, Pure Colour

“The more she thinks about the sort of maroonish light in his room those nights, and the light of the candel flickering, she knows that the colour of that room is how they all felt, and that colour is not just a representation of the world, but of the feelings in a room, and the meaningfulness of a room in time, because in that colour, her father died. She had never seen that colour before. It was the colour of a father dying.”
― Sheila Heti, Pure Colour

“In death, he had given her what remained of his life, and this was the most beautiful thing.

Perhaps we can only give in total beauty and simplicity in the moment of our dying, because that is the only giving that demands no return.”
― Sheila Heti, Pure Colour