I think of pain differently now. There is pain that hurts, pain that is so bad you can no longer feel it. Your body just says 'hold on'.
Jackie FrenchWhat was war really like? What vast crack had buried Jeff down in the mud, had sent Andy off with cattle? What had changed her best friend so much he could barely look at her now?
Jackie FrenchMaybe everyone is crazy up in these mountains. Maybe the air up here makes you absurd, the scent of flowers and rock and snow. And I've never spoken like that to anyone in my life before. You're my only friend here, you know that? And you're fifty years away.
Jackie FrenchHave you noticed how every tree is different here? All twisted by the wind and snow, but if that was all, they should have been twisted in the same way. It's as though every tree has made up its own mind exactly how it wants to grow.
Jackie FrenchI think my body knew before my mind did. Or maybe I just refused to listen to what I knew.
Jackie FrenchLife should be good - Life should be very, very good - and the only duty we have to the dead is to make it good for ourselves and other people.
Jackie FrenchWe're all bits that the war didn't take, Flinty thought, gazing at the stranger's back. But those left behind had a right to know more about the beast who'd chewed their lives and spat the remnants out.
Jackie FrenchDad called this the shadow time. The sun sucks colour from the world, he'd said. He'd taught her to see the softer colours of the dusk, the green and orange bark, the purple shadows. At times like this Flinty felt her edges vanish, leaving her part of the mountains, like the wallaby pulling wonga vine down from a thorn bush, or the sleepy possum peering from a tree.
Jackie FrenchBooks aren't like broccoli. You don't have to eat it because it's good for you. Books drag you in because they are fascinating.
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