Quotes by : Helen Hodgman

The sun was up - stuck like half a tinned apricot on a sky awash with all the colours of a fading bruise.....

She had six months at most left to live. She had cancer, she hissed. A filthy growth eating her insides....

She usually worked at night, claiming that the racket he made about the house distracted her during the....

He was dazed, the soft thoughts sinking slowly in. A son. Even a daughter. His child. Immortality. A....

Jack and Jill slept, wrapped in each other's arms, untroubled by any dream in their cocoon of freshly....