156 Quotes by Cath Crowley

I took the money and passed the box across the counter and said politely, ‘Your choice of colourreally lacks style.’ I smiled and Beth laughed and the guy asked to see my manager.I got Bert and he leant over the box and looked at the paint and said, ‘Ed was being polite. Yourchoice of colour is shit.

Dad and I leave town in the early dark. It's the second Sunday of the holidays, and we pack up the old blue car with enough clothes for summer and hit the road. It's so early he's wiping hills of sand piled in the corners of his eyes. I wipe a few tears from mine. Tears don't pile, though. They grip and cling and slide in salty trails that I taste until the edge of the city.

These must be the most depressing words in the history of love. "I tried really hard to love you".

Don't go confusing stupidity with guts.

Now you're dead, and I'm buried.

I need the shade of blue that rips your heart out. You don't see that type of blue around here.

The stars are on the inside. They are effing beautiful.

You can't drive them around in the getaway van.' 'How about we don't call it the getaway van? People might get suspicious.' 'So what should we call it?' 'How about the van?' 'It doesn't change what it is and that it's a shitty thing to do. Someone might see them in it.

Sometimes I wish I was a guy. Life’s so much easier for them.