Optic Nerve Quotes

“When the tip of my pencil snaps, I think of Tinkers Point Path, that stub of stubborn grass where the trail cracked off into blackened rocks like burnt shipwrecks, and a stern wind clipped the sharpest branches from our words before we could finish them.”
― Matthew Hollett, Optic Nerve

“You lay beside me, whittling silence into fine argument.”
― Matthew Hollett, Optic Nerve

“While your grandson practices Clair de Lune, you billow inside the piano and practice channelling moonlight, flexing your newfound phosphorescence. Your skin positively glows, but the mouth you have now is always open. Wind intones over it like a bottle, and you spook neighbourhood cats without meaning to.”
― Matthew Hollett, Optic Nerve

“Months after you moved I found half a cherry chapstick under my bed, and you lived at the tip of my tongue for a week.”
― Matthew Hollett, Optic Nerve