There are some tales not for telling, whether because they are too long, too precious, too laughable, too painful, too easy to need telling or too hard to explain. After all, after years and travels my secrets are all I have left to chew on in the night.
Everybody's damaged by something. - Emma Donoghue
Everybody's damaged by something.
- Emma Donoghue
I found motherhood a crash course in existentialism (what is my purpose in life, am I mistress or slave of my destiny, when the hell do I get some sl… - Emma Donoghue
I found motherhood a crash course in existentialism (what is my purpose in life, am I mistress or slave of my destiny, when the hell do I get some sl…
The great thing about a short story is that it doesn't have to trawl through someone's whole life; it can come in glancingly from the side. - Emma Donoghue
The great thing about a short story is that it doesn't have to trawl through someone's whole life; it can come in glancingly from the side.
I remember manners, that's when people are scared to make other persons mad. - Emma Donoghue
I remember manners, that's when people are scared to make other persons mad.
It’s called mind over matter. If we don’t mind, it doesn’t matter.” When a bit of me hurts, I always mind. - Emma Donoghue
It’s called mind over matter. If we don’t mind, it doesn’t matter.” When a bit of me hurts, I always mind.
The sound of the pages turning was the sound of magic. The dry liquid feel of paper under fingertips was what magic felt like. - Emma Donoghue
The sound of the pages turning was the sound of magic. The dry liquid feel of paper under fingertips was what magic felt like.
Stories are a different kind of true. - Emma Donoghue
Stories are a different kind of true.
Writing stories is my way of scratching that itch: my escape from the claustrophobia of individuality. It lets me, at least for a while, live more th… - Emma Donoghue
Writing stories is my way of scratching that itch: my escape from the claustrophobia of individuality. It lets me, at least for a while, live more th…
Ma's still nodding. "You're the one who matters, though. Just you." I shake my head till it's wobbling because there's no just me. - Emma Donoghue
Ma's still nodding. "You're the one who matters, though. Just you." I shake my head till it's wobbling because there's no just me.
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