Letters to the End of Love Quotes

“I have the ghost of you pressing against my ribs like deep water. It is only now, in this cardigan of a house that I begin to miss you, and to grieve.”
― Yvette Walker, Letters to the End of Love

“The typewriter is neat and compact and sturdy and blue, just the right machine to pound out a missive of love. When you strike the keys it’s a sound that hasn’t been heard in the qorld world for thirty years (we are so far away from a time when typewriters won world wars). When you strike the keys they make a sound like a pistol shot, a sound so definite and sure you feel like a genius, or an orayor orator, or a beat poet. When you strike the keys you just want to keep on fucking writing. You have to wrestle with the thing, like I am doing now, steer it like an old manual car, keep the words together and right and on the page, but the blood and muscle of a typewriter, it is a beautiful thing.”
― Yvette Walker, Letters to the End of Love

“(was it because the whole world went online – is that why we never wrote another word?).”
― Yvette Walker, Letters to the End of Love

“Viv sleeps, curled up on the sofa like Sherlock Holmes. A newspaper is barely in reach of her fingertips, a book is tucked under her feet like a pair of slippers.”
― Yvette Walker, Letters to the End of Love

“I trace the map of other people's lives like an English cartographer, but I am not Virginia Woolf; no one in my fiction would buy flowers in that way.”
― Yvette Walker, Letters to the End of Love