“He walked so surely it was as if all his life he had been waiting to get up from his chair.” — Rachel Joyce Copy Share Image
“He saw the reflection of her face in a compact mirror as she painted on her re lips. She did it with… — Rachel Joyce Copy Share Image
In writing about Harold and Maureen with their terrible unspoken secret, and all those people that Harold meets as he walks to… — Rachel Joyce Copy Share Image
“He had learned that it was the smallness of people that filled him with wonder and tenderness, putting one foot in front… — Rachel Joyce Copy Share Image
“Maureen watched them all. This was how it was, she thought. People would find one another, and sometimes it would last moments… — Rachel Joyce Copy Share Image
“He had learned that it was the smallness of people that filled him with wonder and tenderness, and the loneliness of that… — Rachel Joyce Copy Share Image
“She had touched life, played with it a little, but it is a slippery bugger, and finally we must close the door,… — Rachel Joyce Copy Share Image
I like writing people from a slightly sharp angle and then throwing more light on them. I think in life we see… — Rachel Joyce Copy Share Image
And it can take a lifetime, a life of many years, to accept the incongruity of things: that a small moment can… — Rachel Joyce Copy Share Image
The world was made up of people putting one foot in front of the other; and a life might appear ordinary simply… — Rachel Joyce Copy Share Image
“It struck Harold afresh how life could change in an instant. You could be doing something so everyday - walking your partner's… — Rachel Joyce Copy Share Image
“He walked for surely it was as if all his life he had been waiting to get up from his chair.” — Rachel Joyce Copy Share Image
I'm drawn to people who find themselves on the outside of things. I'm moved by that in real life. — Rachel Joyce Copy Share Image
“Besides, the big things in life do not present themselves as such. They come in the quiet, ordinary moments-- a phone call,… — Rachel Joyce Copy Share Image
“The fact was, it was safer to stay uninvolved. He was perfectly fine with emotions, so long as they belonged to other… — Rachel Joyce Copy Share Image
“For a while it there was only the silence that carried her words. It struck Harold afresh how life could change in… — Rachel Joyce Copy Share Image
“The world was made up of people putting one foot in front of the other; and a life might appear ordinary simply… — Rachel Joyce Copy Share Image
“Not a day has gone by when I have not thought of you. There was a time when I wished it would… — Rachel Joyce Copy Share Image
“IT HAD NEVER been such a beautiful May. Every day the sky shone a peerless blue, untouched by cloud. Already, the gardens were crammed… — Rachel Joyce Copy Share Image
After the two drinks, she felt warm inside, and slightly indistinct at the edges. — Rachel Joyce Copy Share Image
“He walked so surely it was as if all his life he had been waiting to get up from his chair.” — Rachel Joyce Copy Share Image
He must have driven this way countless times, and yet he had no memory of the scenery. He must have been so caught up… — Rachel Joyce Copy Share Image
“He saw the reflection of her face in a compact mirror as she painted on her re lips. She did it with such care,… — Rachel Joyce Copy Share Image
“I can't explain why I think I can get there, when all the odds are against me. But I do. Even when a big… — Rachel Joyce Copy Share Image
“It wasn’t just 1) the artwork and sleeve notes on the album sleeve. It wasn’t 2) the possibility of a hidden track, or a… — Rachel Joyce Copy Share Image
In writing about Harold and Maureen with their terrible unspoken secret, and all those people that Harold meets as he walks to save a… — Rachel Joyce Copy Share Image
“He wished the man would honor the true meaning of words, instead of using them as ammunition.” — Rachel Joyce Copy Share Image
“We are at the centre of our own stories. And sometimes it is hard to believe that we are not at the centre of… — Rachel Joyce Copy Share Image
I find that very appealing: the blurring of the lines between what's funny and what's tragic. And what's ordinary and what's not - the… — Rachel Joyce Copy Share Image
Beginnings could happen more than once or in different ways. You could think you were starting something afresh, when actually what you were doing… — Rachel Joyce Copy Share Image
