I had thought that growing up's consolation was that you could escape from the arbitrariness of things, that somehow one acquired more control. Now y…

- Janice Galloway

I already read everything. I read poems and plays and novels and newspapers and comic books and magazines. I read tins in supermarkets and leaflets t…

- Janice Galloway

No matter how often I think I can't stand it anymore, I always do. There is no alternative. I don't fall, I don't foam at the mouth, faint, collapse …

- Janice Galloway

No matter how dark the room gets I can always see. It looks emptier when I put the lights on so I don't do it if I can help it. Brightness disagrees …

- Janice Galloway

You would think there's a natural limit to tears: only so much the body can give at one sitting before it runs dry.

- Janice Galloway

Needing people yet being afraid of them is wearing me out.

- Janice Galloway

It's asking for trouble to listen to music alone.

- Janice Galloway

Quiet book-learning in monasteries and ethereal music, sonnets and courtly lovethat stuff is all fantasyand veneer? You couldn't afford to let the be…

- Janice Galloway

The phone is an instrument of intrusion into order. It is a threat to control. Just when you think you are alone and safe, the call could come that c…

- Janice Galloway