But it is hard, whatever you have endured, to give up on love. Hard to stop thinking of it as a home you might one day find again. More than hard — Andrew Miller Copy Share Image
“She knows about men, knows a good deal of the world's character. But it is hard, whatever you have endured, to give up on… — Andrew Miller Copy Share Image
“The last summer of his life he sat hours together on the old chintz-covered swing-bed in front of the willow tree, chain-smoking Woodbines and watching the shadows flood the lawn until they swallowed him and only the tip of his ciggarette still showed, a faint red pulse. How she had longed to bring him in, to rescue him as he… — Andrew Miller Copy Share
But it is hard, whatever you have endured, to give up on love. Hard to stop thinking of it as a home you might… — Andrew Miller Copy Share Image
“Why are there no handsome priest in Paris? One has no inclination to confess anything to an ugly man.” — Andrew Miller Copy Share Image
“Why did the reindeer fly over the mountain? Answer: Because he couldn't fly under it.” — Andrew Miller Copy Share Image
“The poverty of the villages is almost picturesque from the windows of a coach that is not stopping.” — Andrew Miller Copy Share Image
“I’m going to play,’ says Armand, lacing his fingers and cracking the knuckles. ‘A pair of these lads can pump for me.’ ‘Is this… — Andrew Miller Copy Share Image
Listening is not merely not talking...it means taking a vigorous human interest in what is being told to us. — Andrew Miller Copy Share Image
