“Alice looked at the sky and sniffed at the heavens. Night seemed to swallow her. It was true, then, her ancient, girlish understanding. Grief… — Gail Jones Copy Share Image
“In photographs taken from the sky, cities resembled circuit boards. It was no surprise, really, that there were sparky misfirings, dangerous connections. Even traffic,… — Gail Jones Copy Share Image
“Camus had said in his 'Carnets' that the lives of others appear always, from the outside, to have a completion our own dismally lacks.… — Gail Jones Copy Share Image
Shifts within friendships happen in imperceptible increments. There is distance, then assurance. Misconjecture, caution, gradual convergence. So much depends on the respect accorded to… — Gail Jones Copy Share Image
