“ So let’s raise our glass to the accident season,To the river beneath us where we sink our souls,To the bruises and secrets, to the ghosts in the ceiling,One more drink for the watery road. Moïra Fowley-Doyle
“ In the ghost house in the last days of the accident season, we were never going to die. Moïra Fowley-Doyle
“ We bite back the things we can't say and we cushion every surface for the inevitable moment when they all come fighting out. Moïra Fowley-Doyle
“ There's this magical place,' he says with mock solemnity, 'called a library--I don't know if you've heard of it, but they have books, and also newspaper, and back issues of newspapers... Moïra Fowley-Doyle
“ Accidents happen. Our bones shatter, our skin splits, our hearts break. We burn, we drown, we stay alive. Moïra Fowley-Doyle
