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“It's cruel to think of your classmates like that, but you have to focus on their weaknesses to survive. You have to make their problems and insecurities seem worse than your own, otherwise how can you live with yourself?”
― Julie Mayhew, Red Ink

“I have this piece of thread,' Maria explained to little Melon. 'The piece of thread that connects my heart to yours. This thread, it also binds my heart to home and to Babas. When something is tugging at Babas's heart, I know, because I feel it too.”
― Julie Mayhew, Red Ink

“A vast flood swamped Maria, pulling her beneath the surface of life. When the tears eventually dried, they were replaced by the soft, suffocating fog of depression. She was numb. Maria looked back on her days of rage and sorrow with a twisted sense of fondness. At least then she had felt something.”
― Julie Mayhew, Red Ink

“We are two bricks that belong side by side, strong, building the walls of our family. I will come back to you, if you need me like I need you. I love you.”
― Julie Mayhew, Red Ink

“No one will say it out loud. It's like saying 'Macbeth' in the theatre; it brings bad luck. Your mum died - jinx! - yours will die too now. Say it, say it out loud. The worst has already happened.”
― Julie Mayhew, Red Ink

“In the morning, on the day of remembrance, put the wheat in a bowl with walnuts, almonds and parsley. Add a message of devotion, a wish for the future, your gratitude to God. Sprinkle in cinnamon, not guilt. Throw in sesame seeds, throw away your fear. Turn out your mixture and create a mound - a monument to love. Brown some flour and sift. Add a layer of sugar. Press flat. Finally, crush the skin of a pomegranate with the remains of your fury and spread the seeds with love, in the shape of a cross.”
― Julie Mayhew, Red Ink

“Take five pounds of hulled whole wheat. Hold it in your arms. Feel that it weighs nothing compared to the load that lays heavy on your heart. Wash the wheat, let your tears join in. Strike a match, strike up faith, light the gas, Watch the wheat bubble and boil. See steam rising like hope. Take the pot from the heat and pour the wheat through a sieve. Lay the grain on a sheet overnight to dry. Rest your head on your own sheets. Dream of a flower dying, shedding its seeds, allowing another flower to grow.”
― Julie Mayhew, Red Ink

“What feelings are coming up for you?
I can't think of anything to say. Should I literally do what the question asks, stick two fingers down my throat and vomit up the strange, dark monster that has made its home inside of me? We could interrogate this creature instead.”
― Julie Mayhew, Red Ink