The magical descriptions of Italy and hilarious observations about love, travel, natives and foreigners in Love in Idleness are but a few of its many pleasures. Amanda Craig has created a hot shimmery climate in which a cast of old… — Jane Hamilton Copy Share Image
“I’ve found it takes at least two and generally three things to alter the course of a life: You slip around the truth once,… — Jane Hamilton Copy Share Image
From early on I valued the gift of memory above all others. I understood that as we grow older we carry a whole nation… — Jane Hamilton Copy Share Image
We're only passers-by, and all you can do is love what you have in your life. A person has to fight the meanness that sometimes comes with you when you're born, sometimes grows if you aren't in lucky surroundings. It's our challenge to fend it off, leave it behind us choking and gasping for breath in the mud. It's our… — Jane Hamilton Copy Share
“I will hear a noise, like a fish jumping, and when I look I'll see Lizzy coming to the surface, shaking off her pink… — Jane Hamilton Copy Share Image
I used to think if you fell from grace it was more likely than not the result of one stupendous error, or else an unfortunate accident. I hadn't learned that it can happen so gradually you don't lose your stomach or hurt yourself in the landing. You don't necessarily sense the motion. I've found it takes at least two and… — Jane Hamilton Copy Share
“The two or so times we actually fought she smashed a plate and stormed out into the night. I have always disliked an argument.… — Jane Hamilton Copy Share Image
This was life, I supposed, running and running and running, and realizing along the way that the phantom was getting closer. — Jane Hamilton Copy Share Image
She read books quickly and compulsively, paperback after paperback, as if she might drift away without the anchor of the printed page. — Jane Hamilton Copy Share Image
“In Charles Dickens's books I had to admire the way the meanest enemies spoke to each other, with what seemed to me to be… — Jane Hamilton Copy Share Image
“Wait." Walter went to the basket, taking what was a gray sleeve, drawing it out fro the middle of the heap. "Oh," He said. He held the shapeless wool sweater to his chest. Joyce had knit for months the year Daniel died, and here was the result, her handiwork, the garment that would fit a giant. It was nothing more… — Jane Hamilton Copy Share
The magical descriptions of Italy and hilarious observations about love, travel, natives and foreigners in Love in Idleness are but a few of its… — Jane Hamilton Copy Share Image
I had forgotten what it was like, to be drawn to a person...I'd forgotten how your blood flows toward a person when they move,… — Jane Hamilton Copy Share Image
