“Ours is the fellowship of strangers who know a secret that we cannot express. We are both of us broken, shattered, hollow and alone. Only for the ones we love do we remain, painted dolls in the playhouse of this… — Claire North Copy Share Image
“She smiled and understood my meaning without it needing to be said. She leaned in close and murmured in my ear, ‘The world is… — Claire North Copy Share
“alone with the endless morning, and knew that the world was beautiful beyond naming.” — Claire North Copy Share
“My loss of faith was not revelatory, nor intensely distressing. It was a prolonged growth of resignation, one which the events of my life… — Claire North Copy Share
“Everyone who dies was once a child; every child once had a dream of something else; every child must die. It is important to… — Claire North Copy Share
“No one’s really racist any more, just as no one’s really sexist. They’ve just got their view about things, you see.” — Claire North Copy Share
“If you forget the joy of this day, then what joy you give to others will also be forgotten, and your life has no… — Claire North Copy Share
“What I don’t understand is that when the British public voted to name a research vessel Boaty McBoatface, the government said no. But when… — Claire North Copy Share
“She was crying, silently, holding my arm, crying. I let her cry a while, held her close, felt her snot and tears on my… — Claire North Copy Share
“Time was simple, is simple. We can divide it into simple parts, measure it, arrange dinner by it, drink whisky to its passage. We… — Claire North Copy Share
“As a boy, I grew up in a time of invention, of aspiration and wonderful dreams, and to be a scientist, a doctor, an… — Claire North Copy Share
“No, it’s … sometimes it’s that, but sometimes … I’m sent for an idea. In Greenland I was sent for a man, but I… — Claire North Copy Share
“Have you ever or are you now involved in espionage or sabotage, or in terrorist activities, or genocide? I think we can put a… — Claire North Copy Share
“In the end, he turned the radio on, and fell asleep to the sounds of either country or Western—he could never work out which… — Claire North Copy Share
