Mr. Flood's Last Resort Quotes

“Memory is like a wayward dog. Sometimes it drops the ball and sometimes it brings it, and sometimes it doesn’t bring a ball at all; it brings a shoe.”
― Jess Kidd, The Hoarder

“My sister said that when the tide was out you could walk all the way to America; the waves pulled back that far. So far that the starfish forgot there ever was an ocean and stiffened with dismay. So far that the seaweed wept itself dry on the rocks with nostalgia.”
― Jess Kidd, The Hoarder

“The wind grabbed a handful of sand and scattered it like bright confetti along the hard-packed, sea-scoured, deserted beach. The sky had a newly rinsed look, the clouds spun and wrung out on high.”
― Jess Kidd, Mr. Flood's Last Resort

“She puts her hands up to her poor head, as if to hide it from me. It is hairless, pale, with a few fine gray strands at the sides. I put my arms around my friend. There are no saints for this.”
― Jess Kidd, Mr. Flood's Last Resort

“I am not frightened while I hear birds sing. For I remember that birds fly away when something bad is about to happen: they sense what’s coming. And the birds are singing all around us, brightly, persistently.”
― Jess Kidd, The Hoarder

“MÁIRE DOHERTY has a strong flavor of nun about her, the non-terrifying kind, who wear socks in their sandals, do Internet surfing, and drink cappuccinos. She’s a thin woman with an unflattering haircut pitched somewhere between Julie Andrews in The Sound of Music and an Amish elder.”
― Jess Kidd, Mr. Flood's Last Resort

“The office, like most offices, has the fake-cheerful feel of death row, with its jokey signs and personal possessions. This is a place that sucks up time and energy on pointless tasks and futile activities and leaves little to show for human endeavor but a growing collection of novelty mugs.”
― Jess Kidd, Mr. Flood's Last Resort

“Not for the first time I count myself lucky that I am free-range in my enterprises and not imprisoned in some administrative battery farm, breathing air heavy with regret and thwarted dreams.”
― Jess Kidd, Mr. Flood's Last Resort

“What about the ginger twins? You know, if you finish making the tea another individual has started? The risk of red-haired babies?”
― Jess Kidd, Mr. Flood's Last Resort