A small town has as many eyes as a fly

- Sonya Hartnett

Every atom in me feels composed of lead. This is what dying is: a pull to the ground.

- Sonya Hartnett

There is nothing that is more beautiful than everything else in the world.

- Sonya Hartnett

Strange how love coexists with hate, how they render eachother mute, how the swilling of them together makes a new and softer, sympathetic thing.

- Sonya Hartnett

You're not supposed to have iron bars around you - no one is supposed to have that. You're supposed to fall down hills and get lonely, and find your …

- Sonya Hartnett

I thought about how stupid it is, that all of us are born destined to desire somebody else, though desire brings with it such disappointment and pain…

- Sonya Hartnett

Affection makes fools. Always, without exception, love digs a channel that's sooner or later flooded by the briny water of despair.

- Sonya Hartnett

How does one craft happiness out of something as important, as complicated, as unrepeatable and as easily damaged as life?

- Sonya Hartnett

More than this, I believe that the only lastingly important form of writing is writing for children. It is writing that is carried in the reader's he…

- Sonya Hartnett