Clare

“It’s not that I felt empty. I think all of us feel empty most of the time and we merely pretend to fill the vacuum with laugher, crying, apologies - anything to make us feel human.”
― Eric LaRocca, Things Have Gotten Worse Since We Last Spoke and Other Misfortunes

“Generations pass, and suddenly, we forget. Our descendants are born yearning and they do not know why, for they have forgotten. Their hands are full of fire. Their legs are trembling to flee. The body remembers. The soured air remembers. We cannot forget. I cannot forget. And if I am to remember, so too, I vow, will you.”
― GennaRose Nethercott, Thistlefoot

“There is a version of your world, almost exactly the same as your own, in fact, where houses come alive. Where memory leaves a mark. And here, like in your world, every house that has ever been lived in is haunted. Haunted with births and with feasts, with piano notes, with arguments, with promises kept and unkept. Haunted with footsteps pattering along the kitchen tile. Haunted with insomnias and telephone calls and spilled glasses of wine. All the makings of a life.”
― GennaRose Nethercott, Thistlefoot

“Tell me, how many stories are interrupted by soldiers? Hundreds? Thousands?”
― GennaRose Nethercott, Thistlefoot