• I know about me. I am the moons sister, a tidal child stranded on land. The sea always in my ear, a surf of eternal discontent in my blood

    Keri Hulme
  • Sometimes, the waves grow hushed, but the sea is always there, touching, caressing, eating the earth

    Keri Hulme
  • The color has faded out of the sky. It is grey, becoming darker as the world turns herself round a little more. The clouds are long and black and ragged, like the wings of stormbattered dragons

    Keri Hulme
  • Imagine having to ask whether you can go barefoot or not...But she remembers similar requests and prohibitions now, from twenty years and more back. "The childhood years are the best years of your life..." Whoever coined that was an unmitigated fuckwit, a bullshit artist supreme. Life gets better the older you grow, until you grow too old of course

    Keri Hulme
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