“I look back at the thousands of days through which I have lived, and feel awed by their inconsequentiality. My life resembles the writing in my diary (or perhaps it’s the other way around): the days, like the sentences, each… — Sam Taylor Copy Share Image
“People change, he thought -it's truism- but how? Our life is confined to days, after all: Sunday to Monday, dusk to dawn. What great… — Sam Taylor Copy Share Image
“Sometimes the feeling would sneak up on me over a number of days: friendliness, tenderness, slowly growing in the hothouse of my introspection, swelling… — Sam Taylor Copy Share Image
“But hope, I can tell you, is an exhausting emotion; perhaps, along with fear, the most exhausting of all. It is like juggling eggs:… — Sam Taylor Copy Share Image
“His mistake was to think that, by seeing objectively, he was seeing the street in its entirety. What he didn't see -- what he… — Sam Taylor Copy Share Image
“Often, I find, it is better to forget what you know, and to believe only what you can see with your own two eyes.” — Sam Taylor Copy Share Image
“I look back at the thousands of days through which I have lived, and feel awed by their inconsequentiality. My life resembles the writing… — Sam Taylor Copy Share Image
