Цитаты из книг — Мойра Фоули-Дойл

When I sleep that night, I dream about the kids I thought I saw inside the train. The girl dressed like a forst, the tall scaly-skinned mermaid girl, the flickering ghost boy, and the tiny Converse-wearing fairy girl. But in my dreams those aren`t costumes, that`s their skin. They are taking the train to a party in a…

When we stamped around the fire in the remains of the master bedroom, we woke something up. Maybe it was something inside us; the mysterious something that connects every bone of our spines, or that keeps our teeth stuck to the insides of our mouthes. Maybe it was something between us; something in the air or in the…

It`s like my mother said: everybody`s lost something. They may not know it, but everyone`s got their defining loss: a parent, a pet, a trinket, a treasure, a memory, a belief. Some people have more than one. And if you`re not careful you can spend your whole life looking for what you`ve lost. But the truth is we`re alwyas…

"Don`t be silly. It`s not just the spellbook. We`re all magic. Magic`s all around us, all the time." "Oh, come on," I say. "You don`t come across an ancient spellbook every day." "You don`t need to," Ivy replies. "There are spells everywhere. You cast a hundred a week without realizing." "I assure you," I tell her, "I do…

We`re all lips and tongues and hands in hair and it`s so easy to lose sight of the things we`re not sure of. Both of us like monsters casting spells that destroy other people`s lives because they`ve destroyed ours. It would be easy not to believe it. To say they`ll both show up someday -- Cathal and my dad. To tell…

I drip lake water on the rocks and I tell her, "I think I`m falling in love with you." Rose gives a helpless laugh. "You hardly know me," she says. "Sure I do." "I hardly know you." "I want you to," I say. "Know me. But I`m afraid you won`t like what you see." I want to tell her, Being with you makes me feel like I…

Boys` bodies are strange to me, not quite human. But maybe that`s because I`ve seen so few. I am used to the way I look, to girls` bodies in changing rooms, to the hairs and lumps and curves and colours, but boys are different. They are something entirely other.

I have secrets. I tell lies. I drink too much and I steal things sometimes. One day my freckled skin will go scaly and everyone will see what a monster I can be.

There are things you tell a diary that nobody else should know. Not your best friends. Not your favourite sister. Not a classroom full of staring eyes and leering, open mouths.

That night, everybody lost something. Not everybody noticed. It was a Saturday night on the cusp of summer and the air smelled like hot wood and burning rubber, like alcohol and spit, like sweat and tears. It was warm because of the bonfire in the middle of the field, and because of the stolen beers, the wine coolers…

I think my whole family is like that: We bite back the things we can’t say and we cushion every surface for the inevitable moment when they all come fighting out.