“Jack thought of his wife, filled with nothing but sorrow, wandering the earth remembering the dead and happier times.” — Natasha Solomons Copy Share Image
“It is the storyteller's prerogative to try to write, every now and then, the ending she might wish for. Even if it exists only… — Natasha Solomons Copy Share Image
“Photographs are so strange; they are always in the present tense, everyone captured in a moment that will never come again.” — Natasha Solomons Copy Share Image
“He liked the English and their peculiarities. He liked their stoicism under pressure; on the wall in his factory he kept a copy of… — Natasha Solomons Copy Share Image
“I remember that Sunday with absolute clarity - it was one of those perfect June mornings that make one certain Eden was a summer's… — Natasha Solomons Copy Share Image
“I lay in his arms and I understood. I am two women and I love two men. Elise will always love Kit and Alice… — Natasha Solomons Copy Share Image
“His skin felt so war, and I wondered that in all her lectures upon proper behaviour, Anna had failed to mention that behaving improperly… — Natasha Solomons Copy Share Image
“Jack thought of his wife, filled with nothing but sorrow, wandering the earth remembering the dead and happier times.” — Natasha Solomons Copy Share Image
“They are filled with earnest nonsense, the sort of things that a boy writes to his sweetheart, but which somehow, when they are meant… — Natasha Solomons Copy Share Image
“The map of a face expresses things from which geography might learn. patrick Hayman, A Painter's Notes 1959” — Natasha Solomons Copy Share Image
“It was much better to share it with him; if he was a madman then at least they were crazy together.” — Natasha Solomons Copy Share Image
