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“We’d burned through everything, even what we’d no right to, rubbed out the stars and hid the moon, and if the night sky wasn’t already black, we’d have had a good go at making it.”
― The Borrowed Hills
― The Borrowed Hills
“It rained on the day of my dad’s funeral. Folk here are born with waterproof skin and a double set of eyelids like a trout. But I’ve seen nowt like it before. Wherever the ground dipped it turned to a puddle, and wherever there was a puddle it turned to a lake and the lakes turned to seas and every road became a river and the fields became swimming baths and the sheep became swimmers and the village of Bewrith became Venice and every window was now a door and every car was now a stepping stone and after three hundred years of standing, Bewrith Bridge was torn out its banks and villagers came to wave it off down the River Pishon like the launch of some royal ship only they drank from bottles of whisky instead of smashing them.”
― The Borrowed Hills
― The Borrowed Hills
“She’d look at me like I’m an idiot since I am one, but she still looked at me. That’s how Helen was, and that’s how I’ve always been. That’s why I like dogs more than people. Why I am a bloody dog. They see you drowning, and they’ll throw themselves in and drown next to you. Always hungry without knowing why. Without knowing if they need feeding. Chase after you till they die like their breath was something you once dropped.”
― The Borrowed Hills
― The Borrowed Hills
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“It rained on the day of my dad’s funeral. Folk here are born with waterproof skin and a double set of eyelids like a trout. But I’ve seen nowt like it before. Wherever the ground dipped it turned to a puddle, and wherever there was a puddle it turned to a lake and the lakes turned to seas and every road became a river and the fields became swimming baths and the sheep became swimmers and the village of Bewrith became Venice and every window was now a door and every car was now a stepping stone and after three hundred years of standing, Bewrith Bridge was torn out its banks and villagers came to wave it off down the River Pishon like the launch of some royal ship only they drank from bottles of whisky instead of smashing them.”
― The Borrowed Hills
― The Borrowed Hills
“She’d look at me like I’m an idiot since I am one, but she still looked at me. That’s how Helen was, and that’s how I’ve always been. That’s why I like dogs more than people. Why I am a bloody dog. They see you drowning, and they’ll throw themselves in and drown next to you. Always hungry without knowing why. Without knowing if they need feeding. Chase after you till they die like their breath was something you once dropped.”
― The Borrowed Hills
― The Borrowed Hills
“We’d burned through everything, even what we’d no right to, rubbed out the stars and hid the moon, and if the night sky wasn’t already black, we’d have had a good go at making it.”
― The Borrowed Hills
― The Borrowed Hills
“Two weeks of thinking I’d sort it out tomorrow, what came next. Eating crisps in bed or in the bath and getting a headache from all the salt. Daytime telly on as if it can keep you warm—the kind that lets you know there’s worse things than death. There’s nowt so dangerous as a room with no view. Started seeing things in the popcorn ceiling. Every sad bastard thought come to life, stretching near forty years, and they went on and on, filling the room like a leaking oven, finding a gap under the door and flooding out till my head felt the size of the world.”
― The Borrowed Hills
― The Borrowed Hills
“George was the biggest fella I’ve ever met. If you found his skeleton in the woods, you’d think it the leftovers of a dead shire horse, need the skin of one to cobble him some shoes. Could be mistaken for a mountain when he stood against the skyline thanks to his hump, his crooked back stuck out under his shirt like someone had harpooned him and broke the shaft off. The other fella they called Bog and I’ve no idea what it was short for. For a bloke with fewer teeth than things to say, he could scarce get his words out. His tongue could’ve been swollen from the way he mumbled and his voice—maybe thick or foreign or from a part of England where they made a dog mayor and not for a laugh. Not so big as George but you could tell him to fight a brick wall and he’d do it thinking it a fair match.”
― The Borrowed Hills
― The Borrowed Hills
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