What I mean is this: you meet someone, you think about them. You're already changing because of the way you think about them. You meet them again, you think about them some more, you're changing again. And on it goes.… — Graham Joyce Copy Share Image
“He looked like a once-green leaf that had begun to dry and to reveal the structure of its veins.” — Graham Joyce Copy Share Image
“The most extraordinary thing about it all was how simple it was just to carry on. There were meals to be prepared and eaten;… — Graham Joyce Copy Share Image
“Someone said that thirty was a significant birthday, and everyone around the table agreed. Someone else said it was the first time you heard… — Graham Joyce Copy Share Image
If critics of 'readable fiction' want literature to change the ways people dream, they need first to come down from the mountain and speak… — Graham Joyce Copy Share Image
“And there was Tara, again with that shy half-smile and her burgundy lips slightly puckered, that shy kink, an incomplete curlicue at the corner… — Graham Joyce Copy Share Image
“The sun was up and I want to say that it was golden, but it wasn't golden, it was the color of treacle. I… — Graham Joyce Copy Share Image
“There is no "mid" about it. Life is a crisis from the cradle to the grave.” — Graham Joyce Copy Share Image
The overintellectualization of surrealism can be a bromide. A dream interpreted is a deflated dream. — Graham Joyce Copy Share Image
