Quotes by : Moïra Fowley-Doyle

So let’s raise our glass to the accident season,To the river beneath us where we sink our souls,To....

I am afraid of everybody else's secrets

There's this magical place,' he says with mock solemnity, 'called a library--I don't know if you've heard....

We bite back the things we can't say and we cushion every surface for the inevitable moment when they....

Accidents happen. Our bones shatter, our skin splits, our hearts break. We burn, we drown, we stay alive.....

In the ghost house in the last days of the accident season, we were never going to die.

Every first is a loss.

I think the we all drown, in one way or another.

I think that we all drown, in one way or another.