“That's what memory is like: layers, one overlapping another, and compacting down the way old leaves slowly crumble and turn to a… — Julia Green Copy Share Image
“You're not really in control, not with this falling-for-people stuff. You don't plan who you're going to fall in love with. It's all random… — Julia Green Copy Share Image
“I pull out my notebook from my bag and open it. I read through all the pages I’ve written. It makes me feel more… — Julia Green Copy Share Image
“That's what memory is like: layers, one overlapping another, and compacting down the way old leaves slowly crumble and turn to a rich peaty… — Julia Green Copy Share Image
“We have to find our own way to live, and to love. Don't ever let anyone else tell you how it should be for… — Julia Green Copy Share Image
“The water is deep and dark. It shines like treacle in the lights from the boat. You'd go down, down, down.” — Julia Green Copy Share Image
“I don't believe in the white spectre-type of ghosts you get in stories, but what if ghosts are something else? Like memories somehow caught… — Julia Green Copy Share Image
“Lying in their field above the sea, watching the sun go down and the darkness creep over the field so that they were wrapped… — Julia Green Copy Share Image
“This is how it happens, this is how you stop yourself feeling so much. You go cold, colder still with each disappointment, each betrayal… — Julia Green Copy Share Image
“Because that's what you do when something terrible happens. You go over and over every little thing, looking for clues, trying to find a… — Julia Green Copy Share Image
“There are lots of different ways grown-ups disappear. It's lonely being the one left behind.” — Julia Green Copy Share Image
