“The smell of the sea swept over the wall and in through the empty window-hole, wide and wile with a million intoxicating secrets. I don’t trust that smell. It hooks us somewhere deeper than reason or civilization, in the fragments of our cells that rocked in oceans before we had minds, and it pulls till we follow mindlessly as rutting animals . . . That smell is bad medicine. It lures us to leap off high cliffs, fling ourselves on towering waves, leave behind everyone we love and face into thousands of miles of open water for the sake of what might be on the far shore.” ~ Tana French, from Broken Harbor
I dreamed I had a migraine. I tried to give myself a shot. The first shot didn’t work because I had twisted the cap. The second shot worked, and it didn’t hurt at all. It was all a dream. I awoke with the migraine and gave myself a shot that was indeed just as painful as I had anticipated.
I had recorded these quotes from Tana French’s book Broken Harbor because I thought they were just beautiful, but I never did anything with them. So instead of waiting for my words to use with her words, I decided I’d just put her words out there and let that be sufficient.
“The ones that slice like razors forever are the ghosts of things that never got the chance to happen.” ~ Tana French, from Broken Harbor
Dublin murder squad books by French:
- In the Woods
- The Likeness
- Faithful Place
- Broken Harbor
- The Secret Place (September 2014)
“Geri bent back long blades of grass one by one and scooped away handfuls of sand like she was freeing something that could shatter.” ~ Tana French, from Broken Harbor
The timing of this post as related to my earlier post about Ireland is pure coincidence. I have never had any real hankering to see Dublin, and in my mind, Dublin is colorless, no grand swaths of green, hence the black and white images.
Music by Foy Vance, “Guiding Light”
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