All the Bad Apples Quotes

“Runaway Queer Kids Become Victims of Remote Cottage Chainsaw Killer, Surprising Absolutely No One.’ ‘I’m not queer,’ Ida said. ‘Sorry.’ ‘Then chances are you’ll be the only one left alive.”
― Moïra Fowley-Doyle, All the Bad Apples

“Some love ignite like forest fires, burn down entire towns before anybody’s noticed.”
― Moïra Fowley-Doyle, All the Bad Apples

“You won’t see us in the photographs. The history books. But the landscape remembers.”
― Moïra Fowley-Doyle, All the Bad Apples

“Do you think we carry them with us?’’ I asked. ‘’All the stories of the past?”
― Moïra Fowley-Doyle, All the Bad Apples

“They survived on the bare bones of hope.”
― Moïra Fowley-Doyle, All the Bad Apples

“There’s great power in sharing stories. In connecting. In speaking truths.”
― Moïra Fowley-Doyle, All the Bad Apples

“You tell your story and the story of your family. You speak your truth. You shatter the stigma. You hold your head up to the world and speak so that everyone else who was ever like you can recognize themselves. Can see that they aren’t alone. Can see how the past will only keep repeating itself as long as we’re kept powerless by our silence.”
― Moïra Fowley-Doyle, All the Bad Apples

“Mary Ellen was also a woman of logic. But her logic dictated that if all evidence seemed to point to magic, then it would be unwise, logically to discount it.”
― Moïra Fowley-Doyle, All the Bad Apples

“There were silhouettes of girls holding hands on a couple of the covers, and on one - a shiny, hardback American edition - two girls kissing. I shook my head at the audacity of my sister, at my own embarrassment, at the sheer perfection of both her timing and her gift. From Tipping the Velvet to Cameron Post, an entire library of girls like me.”
― Moïra Fowley-Doyle, All the Bad Apples

“This is what a curse does: It takes a truth and twists it. It punishes those who don't conform. It sets the parameters of conformity so narrow that few can actually stick to them.”
― Moïra Fowley-Doyle, All the Bad Apples

“Our family tree blew down in a gale and we are the bad apples it shook off.”
― Moïra Fowley-Doyle, All the Bad Apples

“He kissed her and whispered nothings that were as sweet as ripe apples, but that meant far less to him.”
― Moïra Fowley-Doyle, All the Bad Apples

“We had only just met, but this was an old love. This was a love that ended in flames.”
― Moïra Fowley-Doyle, All the Bad Apples

“Belief was a fraying rope bridge over a stormy sea. Strand by silver strand, I unraveled.”
― Moïra Fowley-Doyle, All the Bad Apples

“The history of this country is tied to the roots of our family tree. I need you to know this. She needs you to know this. They all do.”
― Moïra Fowley-Doyle, All the Bad Apples

“They didn't keep records, and those they did were destroyed when the first investigations into abuse were called for. They didn't want people knowing what went on here. They didn't want the numbers getting out. The babies were sold to rich couples in America. The illegal adoptions. The deaths.”
― Moïra Fowley-Doyle, All the Bad Apples

“She wouldn't leave me like that. She had to be here still. She had to be here, somewhere, at the end of the world.”
― Moïra Fowley-Doyle, All the Bad Apples

“Slán agus beannachtai Dé oraibh. Goodbye and God’s bleesing be on you. Provided you aren’t wearing a rainbow pin.”
― Moïra Fowley-Doyle, All the Bad Apples

“Three ciders deep, we swam between telling each other what our friendship meant, how much we loved each other, and comparing our taste in girls, despite me never having actually tasted one.”
― Moïra Fowley-Doyle, All the Bad Apples

“Rumors spread on nights like this, under the cold darkness.”
― Moïra Fowley-Doyle, All the Bad Apples

“I’m just me.’’ ‘’Exactly,’’ the three gray ghosts said together. ‘’You don’t have to believe in who you are. You just are.’’ Together they grinned.”
― Moïra Fowley-Doyle, All the Bad Apples

“A seventeen-year-old girl in 1936 was still a seventeen-year-old girl, was still a whole person, regardless of her time.”
― Moïra Fowley-Doyle, All the Bad Apples

“It didn’t matter that times had changed. In our family, so many things remained the same.”
― Moïra Fowley-Doyle, All the Bad Apples