Siobhan Carroll > Quotes

“But Jeoffry shuts his ear to this voice. He has learned that there is more than one kind of devil, and that the one inside your head, that speaks with the voice of your own heart, is far more dangerous than the velvet coat-wearing, poetry-loving variety.”
― Siobhan Carroll, For He Can Creep

“Reluctantly, painfully, he detaches his tattered mind from the hard hook-pins of word and meter. He rolls away from his madness and strokes the purring, winding cat.”
― Siobhan Carroll, For He Can Creep

“When Olivia tugs at her glossy curls, I think about her hair in my mouth. Paper-dry, tasting of smoke and strawberry shampoo. The strands would break between my teeth. The sound they'd make—a tiny crunch, like a foot falling through snow—that sound would fill me.”
― Siobhan Carroll, Fearful Symmetries

“What is a man to do, when God wants him to write one poem, and his creditors another?”
― Siobhan Carroll, For He Can Creep

“This is my place! he cries. Mine! “Is anything truly ours?” The devil sighs and examines his claws.”
― Siobhan Carroll, For He Can Creep