"It's a cruel, ironical art, photography. The dragging of captured moments into the future; moments that should have been allowed to evaporate with the past, should exist only in memories glimpsed thro..."
- Kate Morton
"Poisons are more my thing"
"How was a boy who'd tasted poverty ever expected to choose the poorer road?"
"I had forgotten, I suppose, that there were bright memories in amongst the dark."
"As if I hadn't spent a lifetime pretending to forget."
"The simplest falsehoods are the strongest."
"His words had tossed the book that was her life into the air and the pages had been blown into disarray, could never be put back together to tell the same story."
"Then he led her to sit by him on a fallen gum trunk, smooth and white, and he leaned to whisper in her ear. Transferred the secret he and her mother had kept for seventeen years. Waited for the flicke..."
"The prospect of an early death sits differently upon each person. In some it gifts maturity far outweighing their age and experience: calm acceptance blossoms into a beautiful nature and soft countena..."
"As the boat drew nearer to shore, and tiny dots in the distance became seagulls, she opened the book across her lap and gazed at the beautiful black-and-white sketch of a woman and a deer side by side..."