“Where were we? I've forgotten. He was deciding whether to cut her throat or love her forever.Right. Yes. The usual choices.”
“He was deciding whether to cut her throat or love her forever.”
“The same week our fowls were stolen, Daphne Moran had her throat cut.”
“Kill the pig. Cut her throat. Spill her blood.”
“Yes, because when I've forgotten everything else, I'll feel that ache... that tightness in my throat... that heaviness in my chest... and know that I loved a woman once and she loved me back. It's proof that I existed and so did she.”
“There was absolutely no choice but to cut her adrift and hope her memory was fucked.”