Author of quotes: Poppy Brite

What it's like to Wake up with someone every morning that habitually clung to each other, and the skin smelled of each other and shared in a safe bed.

Tears and the wind were well suited to each other.

He didn't know why she stopped cutting my arms.
It's just no longer worked: the pain in this way never came out.

If sitting for long in one place, begin to take root.

What you see here, except pickled in whiskey liver, and the ashes of a burnt-out dreams?

Sometimes he met people who in other circumstances could be called friends.
But as soon as he left the home place, these friends were gone, erased like an eraser with a sheet of reality.

"Bird's country", - he thought again Trevor. It was a place where you can do magic, a place where no one will touch you. Maybe this place really is on the map. Maybe this place in the depths of your soul.
Trevor began to believe that his own Bird country is the pen moving across the paper, the weight of the notebook, the creation of worlds out of ink, sweat and love.

Sometimes dad more than nervous. When he got like that Trevor the skin felt coming from his blind rage. The rage that did not know such words as "wife" and "sons."

... everyone was in their own worlds, raced on their own roads.

- I wear black just so all my stuff combined with each other, - she said solemnly, as if expected me to believe her. - Then I won't have to think about what to wear when I get up in the morning.

The world has left us with as many impressions as if instead of eyes on our faces were dead black holes.

His eyes were unusually sensitive to light, and even the swamp darkness, he wore dark glasses, hiding behind them their feelings.

Don't flash if, I thought, in the depths of the absolute Vice the absolute path to salvation?

Enough. That way is madness.