6 Quotes by Clare Atkins

In Farsi we ask: Haal-e shomaa chetoreh? It is the same: how are you? But when I answer, when I am little, my father never let me say good or okay. Because he says he is asking about the feeling, you know... like, how is your heart?""My heart is happy," I say, "Happy you called.

A thin stream of musicstretched between us,joining her world to mine.

He's good at painting the world with his words. I don't understand all of them but I drink in enough to taste the flavours and swill them around in my mouth.

It's a fucking jail! A jail for people who've done nothing wrong except come here by boat. It's not even fucking illegal - did you know that?

I feel like my lies are compounding lately, building up like plaque on teeth. I can almost taste them and they taste bitter.

And there's a good chance the only one day I'll get is here and now.