3 Quotes by Stephen Mosley

Happy endings? The only ending life allows us is death, and that’s rarely happy. So, until my happy death, I have to fill my life: fill it with monochrome feels and leading ladies.

At night I lay awake, her likeness casting dark shadows across my soul and senses, and my stomach throbbing away. I imagined her arms around me, lulling me into a phantom bliss, so frustrating, so unreal.

She had eyes that bore deep into his heart, bringing a sweet warm wave of assurance within; eyes that cradled him in the crisp black-and-white world on the other side of the picture, where life was, at least, beautifully lit.