The Taste of Blue Light Quotes

“You might feel lost; you might feel nothing. You might feel trapped inside and locked outside of yourself at the same time.”
― Lydia Ruffles, The Taste of Blue Light

“We talk and talk about things that only matter when you’re six beers deep and ready for a whisky.”
― Lydia Ruffles, The Taste of Blue Light

“It’s optional but only in the way that having another tequila is optional.”
― Lydia Ruffles, The Taste of Blue Light

“It was our show. The neighbours could watch if they wanted but it was ours. We were the actors, the directors and the audience. Part of our script came from films we’d seen, parties we’d been to before. The rest we made up as we went along and it was perfect.
Whistles and crackles sounded above us, shooting out swarms of fireflies that faded before they reached us.
We were magic and fearless.”
― Lydia Ruffles, The Taste of Blue Light

“Richdeane’s is that most inconsistent and permissive of parents, willing to bend to accommodate the whims and needs of any Artist, if they are talented enough, yet totally intractable on the subject of art. My own transgressions, for example, are forgiven because I’ve won prizes for writing stories.”
― Lydia Ruffles, The Taste of Blue Light

“I’m being buried alive in slow motion. I tried to work out how long I’d been in there. About two minutes, at most. Twenty-three to go. I was rigid and my shoulders hurt from clenching, so I forced them to drop and started to count my breaths.”
― Lydia Ruffles, The Taste of Blue Light

“The scanner was a doughnut-shaped block with a table jutting out from the tunnel running through the middle. The whole thing was encased in white plastic with a purple CerebroVista logo emblazoned at the base. There were three silver steps pushed up against the side of the table, like a Borrowers’ version of aeroplane steps.”
― Lydia Ruffles, The Taste of Blue Light

“real pain in your head is unlike pain anywhere else. It can’t be pushed away or held at a distance. You are the pain, indivisible, fighting for the same oxygen.”
― Lydia Ruffles, The Taste of Blue Light