“She knew she was a purveyor of costume, of disguise, a fabricator of persona, one who touched only the protective surface, never the skin, the heart. She was beginning, as a consequence, to envy almost everyone she met, to envy… — Jane Urquhart Copy Share Image
Longing for something that you once had is a mistake because the pictures in your mind are never the same as whatever it is… — Jane Urquhart Copy Share Image
“the low light entering the room from the west window always caused the large oval of the table to shine like a lake, a… — Jane Urquhart Copy Share Image
“Old Eileen leaned forward in her chair, thrusting her face closer to the child who had been gradually approaching her. "Where is the centre of the world?" she abruptly demanded. Esther stood silently in front of her, holding onto a book she had forgotten to put on a table. She did not know the answer to the riddle. "The place… — Jane Urquhart Copy Share
Art is a kind of mining," he said. "The artist a variety of prospector searching for the sparkling silver of meaning in the earth. — Jane Urquhart Copy Share Image
Racism is a destructive and artificially-manufactured element in the collective human psyche designed to fragment the natural desire of human beings to know and… — Jane Urquhart Copy Share Image
“As the sky behind the Eddy Match Factory across the river filled with light, the steady timbre of the water and rapids became sentences… — Jane Urquhart Copy Share Image
“The lake was a shield of beaten brass flung down in the valley under a full sun.” — Jane Urquhart Copy Share Image
“She knew she was a purveyor of costume, of disguise, a fabricator of persona, one who touched only the protective surface, never the skin,… — Jane Urquhart Copy Share Image
“the boards of oaken floors polished to such a degree the furniture was reflected in them like architecture placed at the edge of vast… — Jane Urquhart Copy Share Image
“How long, Klara wondered now, how long after the mortar set did the joy remain? When one embraces a moment of rapture from the… — Jane Urquhart Copy Share Image
“This was the way it was going to be then, this road she was going to have to walk. She would always be thinking… — Jane Urquhart Copy Share Image
Get drunk, Austin, have a love affair. It would be a tragedy to die and discover that you hadn't completely used up your body. — Jane Urquhart Copy Share Image
