Quotes from Steven Herrick

Her body begs to be taken away and put into a warm bed with the sheets pulled high, even though nothing can help now.

Two Arts degrees does not a life make.

After the war I was going to make up for lost time. But the time I spent away, it's still lost. No matter what I do, it stays lost.

and I'm thinking as our bodies meet that I'll remember this forever, and i just hope it's for all the right reasons.

I'm alone with the ghost of the swamp, somewhere near the weeping willows.

Men walk through tragedy, quietly, calm and precise on the outside, tearing themselves to shreds inside.

My father said to remember your enemies as well as your friends, and don't trust either of them.

It was a good apple too. A good apple, picked by a madman on a full moon night.

I'd go off alone, because you can't trust those who want to break the rules and you certainly can't trust those who make the rules so you do the only thing possible, you avoid the rules.

I decide to make the most of the time we got left before she gets too big for this small town.

He did what he could, and that was more than enough.

Wandering from room to room discovering another side to the moon.

He hands the page to his wife and looks across the room to Colleen's picture, listening to her absence, breathing deeply the air she can't share.

As I stood on the lonely backroad, I'm sure I heard birds, kookaburras, laughing ...

I'm dreaming of a month of Sundays.

I'm drinking away the exam results that don't take me anywhere.

I'm glad she left me the kids. I'd be lost without them. Lost and bitter. With them here, I'm only bitter.

I'm not sure if my dream is a dream, or a nightmare.

He walks through the house of his past, hoping he'll find the right door, hoping he'll find the key.

She taught me what's important, and what isn't. And I've never forgotten. And that's what mothers do, I say.

But when I look at this farm I keep thinking it's not whether I have the guts to go but if I have the guts to stay.

Pretty girls kissed me on victory day, their lips soft red petals brushing my face.

After the war I was going to make up for lost time. But the time I spent away, it's still lost. No matter what I do, it stays lost.

A nice place to visit, before you sleep.