5 Quotes by Jack Jordan

He was the monster from under my bed, the villain in my dreams, and the man who took everything from me – and would be the one to take my life.

This was how I defied him: I kept things from him. I refused to give him everything. He had taken my arm, my innocence, my world, but he couldn’t take everything. He couldn’t hear my thoughts.

I personally believe that one learns to write by writing.

Even when I had nothing left to give, he still had me in the palm of his hand.

Her memory was awful after she’d been drinking, like a broken film reel. Whole segments of time were missing, fuzzy, unsalvageable. In fact, her recollection of most her life seemed to be full of taunting gaps, so that she only had a handful of memories to look back on.