The Lucky Ones Quotes

“That, and the cat I left in her garden – after removing it from someone else’s house – was all it took to make her happy.”
― Mark Edwards, The Lucky Ones

“As I enter the bedroom, something comes towards me, darting across the floor like a shadow. I brace myself – but it’s just a cat. It brushes against my leg and I fight back the urge to kick it. I loathe cats. Vile, selfish beasts; witches’ familiars. I’d like to wring its neck, but I don’t want Imogen to be distressed. I want her to think everything is absolutely normal. I shoo the cat from the room and stand before Imogen’s bed.”
― Mark Edwards, The Lucky Ones

“Imogen’s cat, a grey tabby called Monkey, was waiting in the hallway as she came out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel. Monkey was nine years old now, in retirement from his former life as a tough street tomcat in the mean gardens of south London. He stretched his mouth wide and emitted his familiar creaking meow.”
― Mark Edwards, The Lucky Ones

“I’d read loads of articles online about how, when a serious relationship ends, it’s like suffering a bereavement: a bereavement without a funeral. The death of love. Sometimes, in my darkest moments, it seemed even worse than having one’s partner die. Dead people don’t keep showing up to remind you of what you’ve lost.”
― Mark Edwards, The Lucky Ones