Moïra Fowley-Doyle Quotes

So let’s raise our glass to the accident season,To the river beneath us where we sink our souls,To the bruises and secrets, to the ghosts in the ceiling,One more drink for the watery road.

I think the we all drown, in one way or another.

In the ghost house in the last days of the accident season, we were never going to die.

I am afraid of everybody else's secrets

There's this magical place,' he says with mock solemnity, 'called a library--I don't know if you've heard of it, but they have books, and also newspaper, and back issues of newspapers...

Every first is a loss.

Accidents happen. Our bones shatter, our skin splits, our hearts break. We burn, we drown, we stay alive.

We bite back the things we can't say and we cushion every surface for the inevitable moment when they all come fighting out.

I think that we all drown, in one way or another.