Richard Smyth, Wild Ink Quotes

I was well-read but perhaps that only made me stupid.

Is the undertaker joyous when his turn comes around? All those years holding the door open. To pass through - does it feel like a privileged?

There are too many years around this table, too much time confined in one place.

Perhaps it's impolite to die so flippantly, after all she's done for me.

whispers are often thunderous

You hear about ghosts: sad ghosts, angry ghosts.I'll tell you, the worst is when they laugh, and the worst sort are the ones whose faces I've forgotten.