Grace, who haunted my thoughts when I couldn’t dream

I was thinking lots of things, but most of them needed to stay thoughts, not words.

His home was populated by things and creatures from Niall Lynch's dreams, and his mother was just another one of them

If I were a tree, I would have no reason to love a human.

There are worse things than having behaved foolishly in public.
There are worse things than these miniature betrayals,
committed or endured or suspected; there are worse things
than not being able to sleep for thinking about them.
It is 5 a.m. All the worse things come stalking in
and stand icily about the bed looking worse and worse and worse.

I was wild and tame and pulled into shreds and crushed into being all at once.