“ You hear about ghosts: sad ghosts, angry ghosts.I'll tell you, the worst is when they laugh, and the worst sort are the ones whose faces I've forgotten. Richard Smyth
“ My pains, sometimes seem like witch hunters: confess, confess, confess. Like a heavy stone on my rib-cage.Confess to what?And, of course, I would confess, if only I knew what it was they wanted to hea… Richard Smyth
“ Is the undertaker joyous when his turn comes around? All those years holding the door open. To pass through - does it feel like a privileged? Richard Smyth
