Next to Disappear Quotes

“red to amber to green.”
― Malcolm Richards, Next to Disappear

“He just does what they tell him to and then before you know it, he's off his feet again and dosed up on painkillers. It's an unfair system, Emily. All those bloody scroungers who can work but won't. Meanwhile, it's my poor Andrew who's getting grief. Of course, what he really needs is the love of an honest woman. At least he's got his old mum, eh? Tea?”
― Malcolm Richards, Next to Disappear

“depression,”
― Malcolm Richards, Next to Disappear

“gloomy”
― Malcolm Richards, Next to Disappear

“voices,”
― Malcolm Richards, Next to Disappear

“hiding”
― Malcolm Richards, Next to Disappear

“drowning,”
― Malcolm Richards, Next to Disappear

“scream,”
― Malcolm Richards, Next to Disappear

“Someone’s there. They’re watching you. They know what you’ve been doing.”
― Malcolm Richards, Next to Disappear

“his point across with his fists. Besides, if you’re”
― Malcolm Richards, Next to Disappear

“to live, waiters were just waiters.” “And probably better off for it. Where did you grow up?” Emily looked around”
― Malcolm Richards, Lost Lives

“pleasant enough, with varnished floorboards and terracotta walls decorated with prints of sun-blistered landscapes. The aroma of coffee”
― Malcolm Richards, Lost Lives

“Cancer is a cruel mistress who deals out pain without a flicker of remorse. She will never allow an easy death. She may sometimes make it quick but she will never forego the pain. So”
― Malcolm Richards, Lost Lives

“defences”
― Malcolm Richards, Lost Lives

“She was drowning, pulled under by a froth of limbs and bodies, swept along by currents of voices, music, and car engines. Dark shadows circled her like hungry sharks. She rose up, dragged to the surface by an impatient crowd. Hands and elbows pushed and shoved. Exhaust fumes and food smells clogged her nostrils. This was the old part of the city, where archaic buildings stood side by side, defences pitched against the onslaught of the modern. There were no smooth walls here, no towers made of steel and glass. This was all shadows and sculpture, buttresses and winding alleys; the impenetrable heart of a long ago city, beating to a circadian rhythm. The”
― Malcolm Richards, Lost Lives

“Cancer is a cruel mistress who deals out pain without a flicker of remorse.”
― Malcolm Richards, Lost Lives