TRUE THINGS ABOUT ME - DEBORAH KAY DAVIES

True Things About Me - Pg 148

I felt as if everyone was ignoring me. By mid-afternoon I realised it was probably because I was invisible. 

True Things About Me - Pg 131

I tried to pay attention, but nothing was happening. I wasn't sure whether to breathe through my mouth or my nose. Neither felt safe. 

True Things About Me - Pg 125

On the front step the grey cat sat upright staring at me. Shoo! Get lost! I shouted, but it didn't move. Its eyes were the colour of pale green grapes. The cat and the sky over the houses were exactly the same colour. Maybe the cat was the evening, come to bless me, help me rest, I thought. No, that couldn't be right. 

True Things About Me - Pg 124

Then I began to sense a soft, pink balloon of pure happiness grow in my chest, so I sat down and laughed until it drifted up into my head. This balloon, it was like a barometer, and I knew it showed me things. So I concentrated on the way it moved to fill each hollow and shelf inside my skull, and while that happened I watched the evening lower itself into the garden. 

True Things About Me - Pg 107

Who understands what babies see? Maybe everything. Maybe we all start off very wise and far-sighted and end up stupid. 

True Things About Me - Pg 101

It seemed as if I'd reached some place - a precipice or something - where I needed to think. What was this problem I had with men? Why couldn't I be a regular girl? But mostly the questions were unaskable. Just long, confused rafts of why? And how? And why not?

True Things About Me - Pg 97

After a while I asked him if he was having a good time; I'd begun to think he might be getting bored. But he didn't answer me. I don't think he heard. I started to feel jumpy and nervous. I had that feeling you get when something is slipping away and you can't stop it. Like the light on a short winter afternoon. I needed something to happen. 

True Things About Me - Pg 89

I knew that weeks went by. The calendar said so, but I didn't feel them as days and hours, minutes and seconds. I felt them in my blood maybe, or my bones. I longed to see him. When I woke up in the morning the longing woke up too, like a strange creature on my bed. The feeling moved up from inside my pelvis and settled in my throat. That's where it stayed all day. 

True Things About Me - Pg 57

I remember thinking that this was only another Titanic dream; it was OK, and nothing was real. 

True Things About Me - Pg 54

Gradually the way I felt about my house when the boy had been there eased off. I didn't feel like I was a visitor in my own home any more: someone who'd come for an interview, say, or for some unpleasant physical examination. It was my own place again. My welcoming, safe place. But now I was beginning to be afraid about how my house could change so quickly; one moment almost shutting me out, and then just as quickly drawing me in again. I didn't feel I could trust it anymore.

True Things About Me - Pg 48

He pushed a square of chocolate into my mouth. It turned to liquid immediately. I seemed to feel him near my heart. There was a buried ache. Baby, he said, you're lovely, aren't you? I don't know how to do this, I said. I thought I would cry. 

True Things About Me - Pg 41

All through the film his eyebrows hardly moved, but I could tell when he was upset. As I watched I drank the wine and ate the cheese. It felt like a ritual. As he was taken off to prison, unjustly accused of her murder, I raised my glass to him. Good luck, my darling, I said.