Some ghosts are so quiet you would hardly know they were there.
Bernie McgillTag: passion historical-fiction secret irish ireland mother gothic victorian literary-fiction
This is not my prison. I carry it with me. We devise cages of our own choosing.
Bernie McgillBut I'm getting to it. I can't come at it cold. I'm warming my hands over old stories.
Bernie McgillYou see only what is before your eyes and not what is behind the eyes of others.
Bernie McgillThat's what we do: tell made-up stories to fend off the night, to put off telling the truth.
Bernie McgillTag: truth
You'll have to make do with the story instead, pieced together from the scraps of old lives. That is all I have.
Bernie McgillLife is fluid. We are the ghosts of all the people we might become, peering forward to catch a glimpse of what could be, our future selves staring back at us, at who we might have been, never were.
Bernie McgillIt's hard to do, to tell one story, when there are so many stories to tell.
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