“He had never been good at expressing himself. What he felt was so big it was difficult to find the words, and even if he could, it was hardly appropriate to write them to someone he had not contacted in… — Rachel Joyce Copy Share Image
“IT HAD NEVER been such a beautiful May. Every day the sky shone a peerless blue, untouched by cloud. Already, the gardens were crammed… — Rachel Joyce Copy Share
After the two drinks, she felt warm inside, and slightly indistinct at the edges. — Rachel Joyce Copy Share
“He walked so surely it was as if all his life he had been waiting to get up from his chair.” — Rachel Joyce Copy Share
He must have driven this way countless times, and yet he had no memory of the scenery. He must have been so caught up… — Rachel Joyce Copy Share
“He saw the reflection of her face in a compact mirror as she painted on her re lips. She did it with such care,… — Rachel Joyce Copy Share
“I can't explain why I think I can get there, when all the odds are against me. But I do. Even when a big… — Rachel Joyce Copy Share
“It wasn’t just 1) the artwork and sleeve notes on the album sleeve. It wasn’t 2) the possibility of a hidden track, or a… — Rachel Joyce Copy Share
In writing about Harold and Maureen with their terrible unspoken secret, and all those people that Harold meets as he walks to save a… — Rachel Joyce Copy Share
“He wished the man would honor the true meaning of words, instead of using them as ammunition.” — Rachel Joyce Copy Share
“We are at the centre of our own stories. And sometimes it is hard to believe that we are not at the centre of… — Rachel Joyce Copy Share
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 - the… — Rachel Joyce Copy Share
Beginnings could happen more than once or in different ways. You could think you were starting something afresh, when actually what you were doing… — Rachel Joyce Copy Share
“As time passed and he found his rhythm, he began to feel more certain. England opened up beneath his feet, and the feeling of… — Rachel Joyce Copy Share
“It surprised him that he was remembering all this. Maybe it was the walking. Maybe you saw even more than the land when you… — Rachel Joyce Copy Share
“There was something about her, something pure and fluid that could not be contained.” — Rachel Joyce Copy Share
