That's emails for ya: sometimes they're like an arrow that hits so deep in the target, you can't pull it out. — Graham Joyce Copy Share Image
“He looked like a once-green leaf that had begun to dry and to reveal the structure of its veins.” — Graham Joyce Copy Share Image
“The most extraordinary thing about it all was how simple it was just to carry on. There were meals to be prepared and eaten;… — Graham Joyce Copy Share Image
“Someone said that thirty was a significant birthday, and everyone around the table agreed. Someone else said it was the first time you heard… — Graham Joyce Copy Share Image
If critics of 'readable fiction' want literature to change the ways people dream, they need first to come down from the mountain and speak… — Graham Joyce Copy Share Image
“And there was Tara, again with that shy half-smile and her burgundy lips slightly puckered, that shy kink, an incomplete curlicue at the corner… — Graham Joyce Copy Share Image
“The sun was up and I want to say that it was golden, but it wasn't golden, it was the color of treacle. I… — Graham Joyce Copy Share Image
“There is no "mid" about it. Life is a crisis from the cradle to the grave.” — Graham Joyce Copy Share Image
The overintellectualization of surrealism can be a bromide. A dream interpreted is a deflated dream. — Graham Joyce Copy Share Image
