Quotes by Cath Crowley

The past is with me; the present is here. The future is unmapped and changeable. Ours for the imagining: spreading out before us. Sunlight filled, deep blue, and the darkness.

If my like for you was a football crowd, you’d be deaf ’cause of the roar. And if my like for you was a boxer, there’d be a dead guy lying on the floor. And if my like for you was sugar, you’d lose your teeth before you were twenty. And if my like for you was money, let’s just say you’d be spending plenty.

Im always looking for what will make me whole. What will make me happy? Somewhere along the way I started to think it wasnt Helen anymore. She hasnt changed. Her laugh is still the one I remember. Her finger is still the one I put the ring on all those years ago. I cant understand why I dont want to curve next to her, keep her back warm anymore. Surely you dont lose love like keys?

I love lying here with you, under the books.

We watch her walk into the spotlight she’s been been hiding from most of her life. Sure, friendship is all about believing in someone so hard they believe it, too. Sure, it’s about trust. But if anyone hurts her tonight, it’s about ripping them apart with my bare hands and really enjoying it.

How can I explain to her that I just cant come home? Its too soon, its too late; I do want to be with Helen every second of the day but at the same time I dont want to be with her at all. I want to have back what I felt at the beginning. I could no more leave her then than leave my arms or legs. How do you find the beginning, though? There are no roads or signs. You start to doubt it even exists. The hardest thing isnt deciding that I want to go back to when Helen and Gracie and I were us. The most difficult thing is finding the map to get there.

The stars are on the inside. They are effing beautiful.

If you dont want a generation of robots, fund the arts!

But I love you, and before you say it words do matter. Theyre not pointless. If they were pointless then they couldnt start revolutions and they wouldnt change history and they wouldnt be the things that you think about every night before you go to sleep. If they were just words we wouldnt listen to songs, we wouldnt beg to be read to when were kids. If they were just words, then theyd have no meaning and stories wouldnt have been around since before humans could write. We wouldnt have learned to write. If they were just words then people wouldnt fall in love because of them, feel bad because of them, ache because of them, stop aching because of them, have sex, quite a lot of the time, because of them.

Real is better, The truth is better. Painful but better.

I read somewhere that spiders can spin silk strong enough to hold the weight of a thousand trucks. I tried to imagine those lines of silver, thinner than air, stronger than steel. Sometimes I think that a hundred webs, invisible gossamers, connect Gracie and me. They coat our bodies, tie our limbs together, link our hearts. They can stretch across cities, countries – even anger. Unbreakable. I felt them that first time I watched her play soccer.She needed to win so badly. I watched a new Gracie crack out of her cocoon that day. Grey, moth-like, she seemed covered in a dust that let her take to the air. Fly. They’re beautiful things, moths, with their dark patterned wings hooking on wind to push them forward. You have to be careful with them, though. Brush them just lightly, and they can’t fly anymore.

Askings the easy bit. Then theres everything that comes after.

Being different is the only way to live

Ill never throw these small things away. There will never be a time when I dont want them, all the tiny parts of Cal that made a life.

as if all the years havent dulled that moment. Shes staring at a spot of air in front of it, and I know, in that spot of air, is her son.

My dad was a magician too. Got in his car and disappeared.

She looked at me with those empty eyes, and I thought, Im going to make sure I fill them up with something.

words do matter. They’re not pointless. If they were pointless then they couldn’t start revolutions and they wouldn’t change history and they wouldn’t be the things that you think about every night before you go to sleep. If they were just words we wouldn’t listen to songs,

If my like for you was a footy crowd, youd be deaf cos of the roar.And if my like for you were a boxer, thered be a dead guy lying on the floor.And if my like for you were sugar, youd lose your teeth before you were twenty. And if my like for you was money, lets just say youd be spending plenty.

Now youre dead, and Im buried.