If you break things down to goodies and baddies, the baddies are always a bit more alluring in fiction, and that's true from a narrative point of view. But I wanted to write a novel about real life, and real… — Gail Honeyman Copy Share Image
This may sound strange, but although I feel like I know everything about my characters, the brand of shampoo they use, how many cavities… — Gail Honeyman Copy Share Image
“I go over most Sundays,' he went on. 'She doesn't get out much - I'm sure she'd love to see a new face.' 'Even… — Gail Honeyman Copy Share Image
“Men like Raymond, pedestrial dullards, would always be distracted by women who looked like her, having neither the wit nor the sophistication to see… — Gail Honeyman Copy Share Image
“I allowed my mind to wander. I’ve found this to be a very effective way of passing the time; you take a situation or… — Gail Honeyman Copy Share Image
“Some people, weak people, fear solitude. What they fail to understand is that there’s something very liberating about it; once you realize that you… — Gail Honeyman Copy Share Image
“The moment hung in time like a drop of honey from a spoon, heavy, golden.” — Gail Honeyman Copy Share Image
“I have always enjoyed reading, but I've never been sure how to select appropriate material. There are so many books in the world--how do… — Gail Honeyman Copy Share Image
“A human hand was exactly the right weight, exactly the right temperature for touching another person, I realized.” — Gail Honeyman Copy Share Image
I know some writers are meticulous planners, but I'm not one of them. — Gail Honeyman Copy Share Image
“I do exist, don’t I? It often feels as if I’m not here, that I’m a figment of my own imagination. There are days when I feel so lightly connected to the earth that the threads that tether me to the planet are gossamer thin, spun sugar. A strong gust of wind could dislodge me completely, and I’d lift off… — Gail Honeyman Copy Share
I wanted to show platonic friendship between men and women, because I think it is underutilised in fiction. — Gail Honeyman Copy Share Image
