14 Quotes by Helen Hodgman

She wrote sniffing back the tears that flowed over the version of things that her unconscious insisted on sicking up.

Life's too short to be sat at home writing all the time.

She had six months at most left to live. She had cancer, she hissed. A filthy growth eating her insides away. There was an operation, she’d been told. They took half your stomach out and fitted you up with a plastic bag. Better a semicolon than a full stop, some might say.

Off with the old and on with the new and never a second’s thought between.

Life’s too short to be sat at home writing all the time.