Quotes by : Richard Smyth

I was well-read but perhaps that only made me stupid.

My pains, sometimes seem like witch hunters: confess, confess, confess. Like a heavy stone on my rib-cage.Confess....

whispers are often thunderous

You hear about ghosts: sad ghosts, angry ghosts.I'll tell you, the worst is when they laugh, and the....

Perhaps it's impolite to die so flippantly, after all she's done for me.

Is the undertaker joyous when his turn comes around? All those years holding the door open. To pass through....

There are too many years around this table, too much time confined in one place.