“I hate to think of you stuck here all day every day, doing nothing with that brilliant brain of yours.” “It never was brilliant. Anyway, who keeps these books to see who’s used themselves wisely and who’s wasted?” — Tessa Hadley Copy Share Image
“I probably reread novels more often than I read new ones. The novel form is made for rereading. Novels are by their nature too… — Tessa Hadley Copy Share Image
“And that was true too, that was what the Culverts were like: crucified by their shyness and at the same time contemptuous of the… — Tessa Hadley Copy Share Image
“I hate to think of you stuck here all day every day, doing nothing with that brilliant brain of yours.” “It never was brilliant.… — Tessa Hadley Copy Share Image
“She imagined the reading she did now as like climbing inside one of those deep old beds she'd seen in a museum, with a… — Tessa Hadley Copy Share Image
“But now everything was lost: all the scattered effect of a real person, complicated beyond counting. (Post production, 197)” — Tessa Hadley Copy Share Image
“The present was always paramount, in a way that thrust you forward: empty, but also free. Whatever stories you told over to yourself and… — Tessa Hadley Copy Share Image
“Andy was receptive, like a deep vessel into which life was poured. If this terrible particular thing hadn't been poured into her, she would… — Tessa Hadley Copy Share Image
“Ally wasn't disappointed in the writers: she hadn't expected anything from them in the first place; it hadn't occurred to her to be interested… — Tessa Hadley Copy Share Image
“But she wasn't in love, though she had been ready to be. Love sank down gently from where it had been swollen in expectation… — Tessa Hadley Copy Share Image
