Looking Glass Sound

by Catriona Ward

Good and bad can feel like the same thing, I think, if they’re intense enough.

You can’t get to know people after they’re gone. All you have are memories, moments, and that doesn’t make a whole person.

Whatever you’re going to say – think about it before you speak. Those words will be there forever, you won’t be able to forget them. So make sure they’re not something you’ll regret.’

I don’t think people should live by the ocean. It’s too big to understand.

I wonder when you stop marking time, as an adult – when life starts. What would I even do with it if I had the freedom – live?

No one told me that grief would feel so much like fear.

The human heart is deep and dark with many chambers. Things hide down there.

Fucked up will set you free.

The thing about anger is, you mustn’t let it drop or you might find out how you really feel.

‘Ghosts don’t exist,’ she says gently. ‘They’re just your mind telling you things you don’t want to know.’

The covers are dark, on these shelves. The titles shine out like neon lights. These books tell the truth about life. The horror.

There can be comfort in a disguise. Being who you are can be lonely.

it seems so strange and logical – that the best way of treating damage is to cover it up.