A small town is nothing but eyes and gaping maw; it pecks at its own like a flock of vicious birds.
Sonya HartnettYou're not supposed to have iron bars around you - no one is supposed to have that. You're supposed to fall down hills and get lonely, and find your own food and get wet when it rains. That's what happens when you're alive.
Sonya HartnettI am dying: it's a beautiful word. Like the long slow sigh of the cello: dying. But the sound of it is the only beautiful thing about it.
Sonya Hartnett