Spare Room Quotes

“Others may wait for their candles to be blown out. I’m merely blowing out my own”.”
― Dreda Say Mitchell, Spare Room

“beauty is only skin deep. It’s on the inside where your true beauty lies. And here.’ She took my small hand and laid it over my heart.”
― Dreda Say Mitchell, Spare Room

“We both shuffle our feet, back in the uncomfortable zone.”
― Dreda Say Mitchell, Spare Room

“Russian poet Etienne Solanov. He was a friend, a sidekick, of Pushkin’s.”
― Dreda Say Mitchell, Spare Room

“Once something takes root in my head I can’t let go. It grows and grows until I’m sure my mind’s not my own. Now I’ve got a dead man queuing up with all my other problems.”
― Dreda Say Mitchell, Spare Room

“Sometimes I think I’m living someone else’s life. That this isn’t the life I was meant to have.”
― Dreda Say Mitchell, Spare Room

“Like all children, I find my parents irritating from time to time but they’ve never stabbed me in the back.”
― Dreda Say Mitchell, Spare Room

“I’m also acutely conscious of the fact that my parents have never in my life been disloyal to me and I don’t want to be disloyal to them.”
― Dreda Say Mitchell, Spare Room

“Where the wicked cease from troubling and the weary are at rest”.”
― Dreda Say Mitchell, Spare Room

“I stare at the writing on the wall. Hypnotised. Can’t look away. The author has a strong hand. Each letter energetic; bold strokes. Such funny shapes. Such jagged, edged lines. A patchwork woven in the deepest black ink. I reach out to touch its upright, elegant beauty. I gasp as it starts to grow. Big and threatening. Its lines stretch into long, long legs. Its shapes swell into mouths with sharp teeth that transform into gigantic knives. It jumps off the wall, out at me. I scream. Try to run away. Too late. A blade slashes me in the back. I fall. Agonising pain rips through me. I beg for mercy. The knife is a huge needle now heading for my face…”
― Dreda Say Mitchell, Spare Room