“I don't believe in the white spectre-type of ghosts you get in stories, but what if ghosts are something else? Like memories somehow caught and trapped in time, released by being in certain places where things first happened.” — Julia Green Copy Share Image
“You're not really in control, not with this falling-for-people stuff. You don't plan who you're going to fall in love with. It's all random… — Julia Green Copy Share Image
“I pull out my notebook from my bag and open it. I read through all the pages I’ve written. It makes me feel more… — Julia Green Copy Share Image
“That's what memory is like: layers, one overlapping another, and compacting down the way old leaves slowly crumble and turn to a rich peaty… — Julia Green Copy Share Image
“We have to find our own way to live, and to love. Don't ever let anyone else tell you how it should be for… — Julia Green Copy Share Image
“The water is deep and dark. It shines like treacle in the lights from the boat. You'd go down, down, down.” — Julia Green Copy Share Image
“I don't believe in the white spectre-type of ghosts you get in stories, but what if ghosts are something else? Like memories somehow caught… — Julia Green Copy Share Image
“Lying in their field above the sea, watching the sun go down and the darkness creep over the field so that they were wrapped… — Julia Green Copy Share Image
“This is how it happens, this is how you stop yourself feeling so much. You go cold, colder still with each disappointment, each betrayal… — Julia Green Copy Share Image
“Because that's what you do when something terrible happens. You go over and over every little thing, looking for clues, trying to find a… — Julia Green Copy Share Image
“There are lots of different ways grown-ups disappear. It's lonely being the one left behind.” — Julia Green Copy Share Image
