“O that I were your lover for a month or two, he murmured, I would make that pretty heart’s blood of yours ache in a fortnight.” — Helen Simpson Copy Share Image
“O that I were your lover for a month or two, he murmured, I would make that pretty heart’s blood of yours ache in… — Helen Simpson Copy Share Image
“First let me take a piece of chalk and draw a circle round you, so you're safe. There. Now I'll stand guard, keeping a… — Helen Simpson Copy Share Image
“Tea at the Ritz is the last delicious morsel of Edwardian London. The light is kind, the cakes are frivolous and the tempo is… — Helen Simpson Copy Share Image
“there are between life partners sliding layers of history, tectonic plates of it shifting over the decades together.” — Helen Simpson Copy Share Image
“The nearest I have to a rule is a Post-It on the wall in front of my desk saying “Faire et se taire” (Flaubert),… — Helen Simpson Copy Share Image
“Sometimes when she woke from a flabbergasting dream Liz would lie very still to see if she could net it before it fled; perfectly… — Helen Simpson Copy Share Image
“Then I reached down into myself and managed to say, 'you should celebrate, your birthday should be celebrated, because the world's a better place… — Helen Simpson Copy Share Image
