Yannick Murphy Quotes

You will always see less as you grow older, otherwise you would not want to go on.

My mother still thinks of things to do for him. Light church candles, name a star, send money to somewhere.

I look at his bloodshot eyes and wonder if it affects what he sees, everything covered by a veil of red lace that his hands can't ever lift.

She looks like what fishermen don't want after hours spent cutting debris out of their nets.

I am happy to see him on the couch, his huge feet on the arm, dirtying the cloth. I am happy to hear him stomping upstairs across the floorboards and whipping towels at his sisters after he has showered. I am happy to hear him screaming for no reason, bounding down the stairs, reaching the bottom and wildly petting Nelly, shaking her head back and forth, and calling her a good girl. I think how it doesn't matter who shot my son. My son is back.

You sometimes feel that reading books is the only way you can think, as if the reading occupied one part of your brain and this allowed the other part to go free and become more active. You need that time to read in order to think. That's all there is to it.

Her fingers are still cool, like ivory on piano keys and they are that pale and he looks at her face, drawn and pale too.