Cath Crowley > Quotes

“I guess love's kind of like a marshmallow in a microwave on high. After it explodes it's still a marshmallow. but, you know, now it's a complicated marshmallow.”
― Cath Crowley, Graffiti Moon

“We are the books we read and the things we love.”
― Cath Crowley, Words in Deep Blue

“I liked that he had hair that was growing without a plan. A grin that came out of nowhere and left the same way.”
― Cath Crowley, Graffiti Moon

“Every time he looked at me I felt like I'd touched my tongue to the tip of a battery. In art class I'd watch him lean back and listen and I was nothing but zing and tingle. After a while, the tingle turned to electricity, and when he asked me out my whole body amped to a level where technically I should have been dead. I had nothing in common with a sheddy like him, but a girl doesn't think straight when she's that close to electrocution.”
― Cath Crowley, Graffiti Moon

“It's harder to make someone laugh than it is to make them cry.”
― Cath Crowley, Graffiti Moon

“Remember
Love doesn't make the world go round
Sex makes it spin for a second or two
If you're lucky
So do chips, sausage rolls and girls in short skirts
Remember
Love
Lays its fingers on your heart
And holds it
Under water
Remember that
When the next girl smiles”
― Cath Crowley, Graffiti Moon

“I like that about art, that what you see is sometimes more about who you are than what’s on the wall. I look at this painting and think about how everyone has some secret inside, something sleeping like that yellow bird.”
― Cath Crowley, Graffiti Moon

“Sometimes science isn't enough. Sometimes you need the poets.”
― Cath Crowley, Words in Deep Blue

“But I love you, and before you say it words do matter. They're not pointless. If they were pointless then they couldn't start revolutions and they wouldn't change history and they wouldn't be the things that you think about every night before you go to sleep. If they were just words we wouldn't listen to songs, we wouldn't beg to be read to when we're kids. If they were just words, then they'd have no meaning and stories wouldn't have been around since before humans could write. We wouldn't have learned to write. If they were just words then people wouldn't fall in love because of them, feel bad because of them, ache because of them, stop aching because of them, have sex, quite a lot of the time, because of them.”
― Cath Crowley, Words in Deep Blue

“You're always saying people don't like you but people can't like something that's not there.”
― Cath Crowley, A Little Wanting Song

“But I don’t believe that the future gives us signs. I think that we look back and read the past with the present in our eyes.”
― Cath Crowley, Words in Deep Blue

“For a while, for as long as you're looking at it, that painting is the world and you get to be in it.”
― Cath Crowley, Graffiti Moon

“Mum says when wanting collides with getting, that's the moment of truth. I want to collide. I want to run right into Shadow and let the force spill our thoughts so we can pick each other up and pass each other back like piles of shiny stones.”
― Cath Crowley, Graffiti Moon

“When wanting collides with getting, that's the moment of truth. I want to collide.”
― Cath Crowley, Graffiti Moon

“Did you know that we're made up of the same matter as stars? We are nuclear energy exploding.”
― Cath Crowley, Graffiti Moon

“If you treat glass right, it doesn't crack. If you know the properties, you can make things; the color of dusk and night and love. But you can't control people like that and I really, really wish you could. I want the world to be glass.”
― Cath Crowley, Graffiti Moon

“I need the shade of blue that rips your heart out. You don't see that type of blue around here.”
― Cath Crowley, Graffiti Moon

“dreaming's the only way to get anywhere.”
― Cath Crowley, Graffiti Moon

“A dry, bookless world. It's too bleak to even imagine.”
― Cath Crowley, Words in Deep Blue

“The past is with me; the present is here. The future is unmapped and changeable. Ours for the imagining: spreading out before us. Sunlight filled, deep blue, and the darkness.”
― Cath Crowley, Words in Deep Blue

“...the definition of crazy is doing something close to the same thing twice and expecting a different end.”
― Cath Crowley, Graffiti Moon

“If you don't want a generation of robots, fund the arts!”
― Cath Crowley, Graffiti Moon

“Kept dreaming of this spot she had on her neck, this tiny country. I wanted to visit, to paint a picture of what I found there, a wall with a road map of her skin.”
― Cath Crowley, Graffiti Moon

“What are you doing?' 'Asking the universe questions.' 'The universe just dumped you over the side of a steep hill. You really want to ask it questions?”
― Cath Crowley, Graffiti Moon

“There should be a disconnect button you can push when someone leaves: you’ve fucked me over; therefore I no longer love you. I’m not asking for the button to be connected to an ejector seat that removes them from the universe, just one small button that removes them from your heart.”
― Cath Crowley, Words in Deep Blue

“I like that about art, that what you see is sometimes more about who you are than what's on the wall.”
― Cath Crowley, Graffiti Moon

“If my like for you was a football crowd, you’d be deaf ’cause of the roar. And if my like for you was a boxer, there’d be a dead guy lying on the floor. And if my like for you was sugar, you’d lose your teeth before you were twenty. And if my like for you was money, let’s just say you’d be spending plenty.”
― Cath Crowley, Graffiti Moon

“I spray the sky fast. Eyes ahead and behind. Looking for cops. Looking for anyone I don't want to be here. Paint sails and the things that kick in my head scream from can to brick. See this, see this. See me emptied onto a wall.”
― cath crowley, Graffiti Moon

“It’s like he’s picking up parts of the world and showing them to me, saying, See? It’s beautiful.”
― Cath Crowley, Words in Deep Blue

“... I ask, 'Do you think Dylan's telling the truth?'
Daisy checks her face in a little mirror, then hands it to Jazz. 'You want me to find out?'
'Let's not ruin it by calling them liars.'
'...I won't ruin it. I've got this special way of getting the truth out of Dylan.'
'How?' I ask.
'I kick him in the balls.'
'That's pretty special.”
― Cath Crowley, Graffiti Moon