“For home had a way of shifting, of changing shape and temperature. Home was homeless. It could exist anywhere, because its only substance was familiarity. If it was broken by long journeys or tornadoes it emerged again, reinvented itself with… — Diana Evans Copy Share Image
“Georgia tutted under her breath. 'I'm loud sometimes,' she said, thinking So bloody what if I'm quiet - what's the thing about it?” — Diana Evans Copy Share Image
“For home had a way of shifting, of changing shape and temperature. Home was homeless. It could exist anywhere, because its only substance was… — Diana Evans Copy Share Image
“Georgia had felt the colours and the rain, but she would not miss here. And there was something lost. The now-ness of things. It… — Diana Evans Copy Share Image
“the future has already happened, just like the past. And one day you will see that there are no answers, only the places we… — Diana Evans Copy Share Image
“Home was homeless. It could exist anywhere, because its only substance was familiarity.” — Diana Evans Copy Share Image
“I needed somewhere that wasn't bad. I wanted to be light and happy like you, and I wanted never for you to see the… — Diana Evans Copy Share Image
“It’s hard to think about nothing. I’ve tried it. You end up thinking about everything and getting stressed out. It’s best to just think… — Diana Evans Copy Share Image
