“I often think that perhaps there is only a limited amount of memory going about the world, and that when it wants to live again, it steals its nest, like a cuckoo.” — Rachel Ferguson Copy Share Image
“I often think that perhaps there is only a limited amount of memory going about the world, and that when it wants to live… — Rachel Ferguson Copy Share Image
“I never knew what an extraordinary thing it could be to write a book. In the first place, the characters take the bit between… — Rachel Ferguson Copy Share Image
“We were both humming with music, light and well-being, and in these states anything wonderful may be awaiting one.” — Rachel Ferguson Copy Share Image
“To her, I knew, I had already taken on the quality of a dream. I was merging into the saga, and she, fascinated, bewildered,… — Rachel Ferguson Copy Share Image
“I had gone for the letters at once. The post always intoxicates me; everythin it throws on to the mat is a magic square… — Rachel Ferguson Copy Share Image
“A woman at one of mother's parties once said to me, "Do you like reading?" which smote us all to silence, for how could… — Rachel Ferguson Copy Share Image
