“ We will never fight again, our lovely, quick, template-ready arguments. Our delicate cross-stitch of bickers.The house becomes a physical encyclopedia of no-longer hers, which shocks and shocks and is… Max Porter
“ ...we were different boys, we were brave new boys without a Mum. So when he told us what happened I don't know what my brother was thinking but I was thinking this:Where are the fire engines? Where is… Max Porter
“ And then our Mum and Dad were in love and they were truly dry-stone strong and durable and people speak of ease and joy and spontaneity and the fact that their two smells became one smell, our smell.… Max Porter
“ Perfect devices: doctors, ghosts and crows. We can do things other characters can't, like eat sorrow, un-birth secrets and have theatrical battles with language and God. Max Porter
“ [Grief] is everything. It is the fabric of selfhood, and beautifully chaotic. It shares mathematical characteristics with many natural forms. Max Porter
“ I remember being scared that something must, surely, go wrong, if we were this happy, her and me, in the early days, when our love was settling into the shape of our lives like cake mixture reaching t… Max Porter
