Rachel Joyce

“With post like yours, who needs enemies?” he said.”

— Rachel Joyce

The least planned part of the journey, however, was the journey itself.

— Rachel Joyce

“Sometimes her words sliced down on his before they had even reached his mouth.”

— Rachel Joyce

I have written stories since I was a child.

— Rachel Joyce

“Life was very different when you walked through it.”

— Rachel Joyce

“She looked at him and her heart tipped sideways.”

— Rachel Joyce

“But pretending you are near, for a few moments, I have felt complete again.”

— Rachel Joyce

If we can't accept what we don't know, there really is no hope.

— Rachel Joyce

“Maybe it was the walking. Maybe you saw even more than the land when you got out of the car and used…

— Rachel Joyce

“There were times, he saw, when not knowing was the biggest truth, and you had to stay with that.”

— Rachel Joyce

I think I'm somebody who takes praise with a very big - probably too big - pinch of salt.

— Rachel Joyce

“He walked so surely it was as if all his life he had been waiting to get up from his chair.”

— Rachel Joyce

“He wished the man would honor the true meaning of words, instead of using them as ammunition.”

— Rachel Joyce

“Frank was so busy loving other people he had no room to accommodate the fact that someone might turn around one day…

— Rachel Joyce

He understood that in walking to atone for the mistakes he had made, it was also his journey to accept the strangeness…

— Rachel Joyce

“He walked for surely it was as if all his life he had been waiting to get up from his chair.”

— Rachel Joyce

“It surprised him that he was remembering all this. Maybe it was the walking. Maybe you saw even more than the land…

— Rachel Joyce

I went to see Dad in hospital after he had gone through one particularly grueling operation. I walked into the room where…

— Rachel Joyce

People were buying milk, or filling their cars with petrol, or even posting letters. And what no one else knew was the…

— Rachel Joyce

“Houses don't clean themselves, she'd mutter. Sometimes she cleaned the bits she had just cleaned. It wasn't like living in a house,…

— Rachel Joyce

I like writing people from a slightly sharp angle and then throwing more light on them. I think in life we see…

— Rachel Joyce

“That's what nobody realizes. Two seconds are huge. It's the difference between something happening and something not happening. You could take one…

— Rachel Joyce

I am not expecting anyone to feel sorry for me, but when friends ask how it feels to be a debut novelist…

— Rachel Joyce

I find that very appealing: the blurring of the lines between what's funny and what's tragic. And what's ordinary and what's not…

— Rachel Joyce

“After that she paired each of her outfits with one of his. She tucked the cuff of her blouse in his blue…

— Rachel Joyce

“Maureen watched them all. This was how it was, she thought. People would find one another, and sometimes it would last moments…

— Rachel Joyce

“The world was made up of people putting one foot in front of the other; and a life might appear ordinary simply…

— Rachel Joyce

“It was Haydn and Mozart who really cracked the sonata, but it was Beethoven who reinvented it, just as he reinvented the…

— Rachel Joyce

“One of the pluses of chemotherapy, she tells the volunteers, is that all her facial and body hair has gone. It’s like…

— Rachel Joyce

I'm sure that everything you do contributes to the sort of novel that you write. A lot of actors have an understanding…

— Rachel Joyce

“Stories are important. We need them. It is through telling and hearing stories that we make sense of the world. Like dreams,…

— Rachel Joyce

He must have driven this way countless times, and yet he had no memory of the scenery. He must have been so…

— Rachel Joyce

“Harold walked with these strangers and listened. He judged no one, although as the day wore on, and time and places began…

— Rachel Joyce

“Did you have any yourself?" she said. "Just one." Harold thought of David, but it was too much to explain. He saw…

— Rachel Joyce

“It wasn’t just 1) the artwork and sleeve notes on the album sleeve. It wasn’t 2) the possibility of a hidden track,…

— Rachel Joyce

“IT HAD NEVER been such a beautiful May. Every day the sky shone a peerless blue, untouched by cloud. Already, the gardens…

— Rachel Joyce

“In order to succeed he must remain true to the feeling that had inspired him in the first place. It didn't matter…

— Rachel Joyce

The past was the past; there was no escaping your beginnings.

— Rachel Joyce

If we don't go mad once in a while, there's no hope.

— Rachel Joyce

It was not a life, if lived without love.

— Rachel Joyce