13 Quotes by Scot Gardner

That last thread of real family had snapped. It hadn't been torn apart with the calamity of a cyclone but unravelled in increments, over years.

It gets easier when you’ve met and dealt with your own grief. It gets easier, but it’ll probably never be easy.

I wanted to tell him more. I had the fleeting desire to tell him a lot more, but old habits and the fear of revealing too much made the words congeal in my throat.

Hold on, don’t skip all the good bits, I thought. Don’t dream me a life without the romance. Let me do the coloring in myself.

Was it courage that made her take the last step, or weakness? Was it loss that walked her to the edge, or a search for freedom?

There’s no shame,” John Barton said quietly. “Funerals are the place for letting it out. They’re the last free-for-all in our society. Without them we would all turn to stone from unexpressed emotion.

The sounds were trapped in the tank with him. His fingers pawed at the wet plastic but could find no hold.

The parts of my new job that filled me with abject and irrational fear, that twisted me into all kinds of knots, were the raw emotions of those left alive. It was the living who were the great unknown.

Something was stretched to the point of irreparable damage, and I wanted to bounce on it until it broke.