22 Quotes by Tim Johnston

There was such randomness in the world, the passing faces told him, such strange and meaningless intersections – this man could be him, or this man.

The boy had found photo albums in his aunt Grace’s garage, the plastic pages separating with a loud kiss of time.

Did the mind break down or did it simply correct? Vectoring away from pain?

You think the heart gets harder but for a mother it never does.