...you have to learn where your pain is. You have to burrow down and find the wound, and if the burden of… — Jane Hamilton Copy Share Image
“I didn’t know if the forgiveness itself was light, glittery stuff that showered down and absolved a person and set them free,… — Jane Hamilton Copy Share Image
“I’ve found it takes at least two and generally three things to alter the course of a life: You slip around the truth once,… — Jane Hamilton Copy Share Image
From early on I valued the gift of memory above all others. I understood that as we grow older we carry a whole nation… — Jane Hamilton Copy Share Image
We're only passers-by, and all you can do is love what you have in your life. A person has to fight the meanness that… — Jane Hamilton Copy Share Image
“I will hear a noise, like a fish jumping, and when I look I'll see Lizzy coming to the surface, shaking off her pink… — Jane Hamilton Copy Share Image
I used to think if you fell from grace it was more likely than not the result of one stupendous error, or else an… — Jane Hamilton Copy Share Image
“The two or so times we actually fought she smashed a plate and stormed out into the night. I have always disliked an argument.… — Jane Hamilton Copy Share Image
This was life, I supposed, running and running and running, and realizing along the way that the phantom was getting closer. — Jane Hamilton Copy Share Image
She read books quickly and compulsively, paperback after paperback, as if she might drift away without the anchor of the printed page. — Jane Hamilton Copy Share Image
“In Charles Dickens's books I had to admire the way the meanest enemies spoke to each other, with what seemed to me to be… — Jane Hamilton Copy Share Image
“Wait." Walter went to the basket, taking what was a gray sleeve, drawing it out fro the middle of the heap. "Oh," He said.… — Jane Hamilton Copy Share Image
The magical descriptions of Italy and hilarious observations about love, travel, natives and foreigners in Love in Idleness are but a few of its… — Jane Hamilton Copy Share Image
I had forgotten what it was like, to be drawn to a person...I'd forgotten how your blood flows toward a person when they move,… — Jane Hamilton Copy Share Image
