‘Nothing has changed, Edgar said. What new event is written into their history? None. Where is their future? Nowhere. Are they against or for progress? It was dark when Edgar took the box outside down to the rubbish heap and sprinkled the dead moths upon the ashes of the diseased pawpaw.’ Janet Frame on an unsettling natural process.
While the Nightjar Sleeps
‘But while the nightjar sleeps,’ said the mole, ‘it dreams of what it used to be and still sees beyond what isn’t true. And so can we, if we choose to look.’
‘I felt intolerably miserable. There were posters everywhere reminding me I was Manless’
‘The bag was full of fresh dogshit. The note attached read For my children and theirs.’
‘When I sleep, I dream of Will standing on our bed, flicking a whip against our faces. He draws blood.’
Bastard Alias the Romantic
‘Can you imagine what it would be like if instead of killing we cuddled?’