Author: Max Porter
Quotes of Author: Max Porter
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 the principal difference between our house and a house where illness has worked away. Ill people, in their last day on Earth, do not leave notes stuck to bottles of red wine saying 'OH NO YOU DON'T COCK-CHEEK'. She was not busy dying, and there is no detritus of care, she was simply busy living, and then she was gone.She won't ever use {make-up, turmeric, hairbrush, thesaurus}.She will never finish {Patricia Highsmith novel, peanut butter, lip balm}.And I will never shop for green Virago Classics for her birthday.I will stop finding her hairs. I will stop hearing her breathing. book-quote
