Accidents happen. Our bones shatter, our skin splits, our hearts break. We burn, we drown, we stay alive.

— Moïra Fowley-Doyle

Every first is a loss.

— Moïra Fowley-Doyle

I am afraid of everybody else's secrets

— Moïra Fowley-Doyle

In the ghost house in the last days of the accident season, we were never going to die.

— Moïra Fowley-Doyle

I think that we all drown, in one way or another.

— Moïra Fowley-Doyle

I think the all drown, in one way or another.

— Moïra Fowley-Doyle

So let’s raise our glass to the accident season, To the river beneath us where we sink our souls, To the bruises and secrets, to the ghosts in the ceiling, One more drink for the watery road.

— Moïra Fowley-Doyle

There's this magical place,' he says with mock solemnity, 'called a library--I don't know if you've heard of it, but they have books, and also newspaper, and back issues of newspapers...

— Moïra Fowley-Doyle

We bite back the things we can't say, and we cushion every surface for the inevitable moment when they all come fighting out.

— Moïra Fowley-Doyle