Quotes from Kealan Patrick Burke

Finch was his own country, the government unstable, the population volatile.

Living is hard; Death is easy. And there are no answers on either side.

The living have enough to worry about these days without the dead coming back to complicate things.

Sour candy trumps chocolate.

Without proof of an afterlife, they were intimately aware of their mortality and the limitations of it.

It was fun watching the cigarette smoke develop into words until he saw what they said.

All the world's a stage, Timmy Quinn, but it's not the only one…" The Turtle Boy (The Timmy Quinn Series (Book One)

Halloween is controllable horror.

A line from a book he'd read in highschool popped into his mind: The nameless are easier to bury.

All these moments, even the less pleasant ones, are snapshots we can never replace once they're lost, and it leaves us wishing for just the slightest glimpse of them

Surely even the monsters would respect another animal's need to defend itself.

Blanky. Such an innocuous name for something that had now cemented itself as the locus of my grief and horror and rage.

Officer, my reclusive elderly neighbors subjected me to some weird kind of hide-and-seek game. Can you send someone over to chastise them?

He wasn't afraid to die. He was afraid to die alone.

After all, if I could fix an old coat, then surely, I could find a way to sew myself back together.

That's right. Tomorrow's the day I try to kill you." "Goodnight Daddy." "Goodnight, son.

All these moments, even the less pleasant ones, are snapshots we can never replace once they're lost, and it leaves us wishing for just the slightest glimpse of them if it means we can feel whole again.

I may have lost my mind for a time, but grief makes everyone crazy. Losing someone makes you lose yourself, makes you yearn for the impossible: one more day with the lost, an end to the pain, a cure for the spiritual malaise that eats you alive every morning you wake up alone. It makes you believe in wishes and other places.

everyone was a monster and everyone wore a mask to hide the fact.

full of dolls with babyfingers for eyes

Every time I walk these streets I think we made some kinda bet with God and lost.

The man on the porch seemed to have brought his own clouds.

Everything isn't dead. Only gone.

Heaven Is An Orchard Though Its Roots Wind Down To Hell