There's a terrible stillness. I notice a small tear in the wallpaper above her shoulder. I notice finger marks grimed on the light switch. Somewhere …

- Jenny Downham

It's utterly beautiful not to know my own edges.

- Jenny Downham

Don't think you have to be good because you're the only one left. Be as bad as you like.

- Jenny Downham

Nurses never tell you what they know. They're hired for their cheeriness and the thickness of their hair. They need to look alive and healthy, to giv…

- Jenny Downham

Humans are made from nuclear ash of dead stars

- Jenny Downham

All I know is that I have two choices – stay wrapped in blankets and get on with dying, or get the list back together and get on with living.

- Jenny Downham

I'm me and you're you, and all of them out there are them. And we're all so different and equally unimportant.

- Jenny Downham

It was strange how words meant something when they came out of your mouth. Inside your head they were safe and silent, but once they were outside, pe…

- Jenny Downham

Perhaps I'm dead. Perhaps this is all it will be. The living will carry on in their world – touching, walking. And I'll continue in this empty world,…

- Jenny Downham