Sunday Sentence 26 April 2015

making plates

The noise robbed the thoughts out of your head and your life was robbed of a day and fed it to the system, whatever that was.

from  Nocturnes by Aidan O’Donoghue

Sunday Sentence: The sentence(s) that touched me this week, out of context and without commentary. Inspired by David Abrams at The Quivering Pen.

Sunday Sentence, 5 April 2015

hugh fulham mcquillan

The question of immortality has frequently engaged him, and on more than one occasion he has asked the priest if there is such a thing, whether one would really recognize oneself again; which for him must be a particularly pressing matter seeing that he has no self.

from Notes on Jackson and His Dead by Hugh Fulham-McQuillan

Sunday Sentence: The sentence(s) that touched me this week, out of context and without commentary. Inspired by David Abrams at The Quivering Pen.