“I looked up then, out the far window, and there, just within sight, the sun was going down across the river. It was dull red, no longer shining over the land, its ray brought home to roost, contained within its… — Jane Hamilton Copy Share Image
“I’ve found it takes at least two and generally three things to alter the course of a life: You slip around the truth once,… — Jane Hamilton Copy Share Image
From early on I valued the gift of memory above all others. I understood that as we grow older we carry a whole nation… — Jane Hamilton Copy Share Image
We're only passers-by, and all you can do is love what you have in your life. A person has to fight the meanness that… — Jane Hamilton Copy Share Image
“I will hear a noise, like a fish jumping, and when I look I'll see Lizzy coming to the surface, shaking off her pink… — Jane Hamilton Copy Share Image
I used to think if you fell from grace it was more likely than not the result of one stupendous error, or else an… — Jane Hamilton Copy Share Image
“The two or so times we actually fought she smashed a plate and stormed out into the night. I have always disliked an argument.… — Jane Hamilton Copy Share Image
This was life, I supposed, running and running and running, and realizing along the way that the phantom was getting closer. — Jane Hamilton Copy Share Image
She read books quickly and compulsively, paperback after paperback, as if she might drift away without the anchor of the printed page. — Jane Hamilton Copy Share Image
“In Charles Dickens's books I had to admire the way the meanest enemies spoke to each other, with what seemed to me to be… — Jane Hamilton Copy Share Image
“Wait." Walter went to the basket, taking what was a gray sleeve, drawing it out fro the middle of the heap. "Oh," He said.… — Jane Hamilton Copy Share Image
The magical descriptions of Italy and hilarious observations about love, travel, natives and foreigners in Love in Idleness are but a few of its… — Jane Hamilton Copy Share Image
I had forgotten what it was like, to be drawn to a person...I'd forgotten how your blood flows toward a person when they move,… — Jane Hamilton Copy Share Image
