“We hang on by so little, he thought, and felt the full despair of knowing that.” — Rachel Joyce Copy Share Image
“He had wanted more than he could physically give, and so his walk had become a battle against himself, and he had… — Rachel Joyce Copy Share Image
There is so much to the human mind we don't understand. But, you see, if you have faith, you can do anything. — Rachel Joyce Copy Share Image
“He was a chap like himself, with a unique pain; and yet there would be no knowing that if you passed him… — Rachel Joyce Copy Share Image
“He walked so surely it was as if all his life he had been waiting to get up from his chair.” — Rachel Joyce Copy Share Image
Harold could no longer pass a stranger without acknowledging the truth that everyone was the same, and also unique; and that this… — Rachel Joyce Copy Share Image
“He walked for surely it was as if all his life he had been waiting to get up from his chair.” — Rachel Joyce Copy Share Image
“Harold thought of the people he had already met on his journey. All of them were different, but none of them struck… — Rachel Joyce Copy Share Image
He understood that in walking to atone for the mistakes he had made, it was his journey to accept the strangeness of… — Rachel Joyce Copy Share Image
In writing about Harold and Maureen with their terrible unspoken secret, and all those people that Harold meets as he walks to… — Rachel Joyce Copy Share Image
“He had learned that it was the smallness of people that filled him with wonder and tenderness, putting one foot in front… — Rachel Joyce Copy Share Image
“He had learned that it was the smallness of people that filled him with wonder and tenderness, and the loneliness of that… — Rachel Joyce Copy Share Image
“In order to succeed he must remain true to the feeling that had inspired him in the first place. It didn't matter… — Rachel Joyce Copy Share Image
“Harold walked with these strangers and listened. He judged no one, although as the day wore on, and time and places began… — Rachel Joyce Copy Share Image
“IT HAD NEVER been such a beautiful May. Every day the sky shone a peerless blue, untouched by cloud. Already, the gardens were crammed… — Rachel Joyce Copy Share Image
After the two drinks, she felt warm inside, and slightly indistinct at the edges. — Rachel Joyce Copy Share Image
“He walked so surely it was as if all his life he had been waiting to get up from his chair.” — Rachel Joyce Copy Share Image
He must have driven this way countless times, and yet he had no memory of the scenery. He must have been so caught up… — Rachel Joyce Copy Share Image
“He saw the reflection of her face in a compact mirror as she painted on her re lips. She did it with such care,… — Rachel Joyce Copy Share Image
“I can't explain why I think I can get there, when all the odds are against me. But I do. Even when a big… — Rachel Joyce Copy Share Image
“It wasn’t just 1) the artwork and sleeve notes on the album sleeve. It wasn’t 2) the possibility of a hidden track, or a… — Rachel Joyce Copy Share Image
In writing about Harold and Maureen with their terrible unspoken secret, and all those people that Harold meets as he walks to save a… — Rachel Joyce Copy Share Image
“He wished the man would honor the true meaning of words, instead of using them as ammunition.” — Rachel Joyce Copy Share Image
“We are at the centre of our own stories. And sometimes it is hard to believe that we are not at the centre of… — Rachel Joyce Copy Share Image
I find that very appealing: the blurring of the lines between what's funny and what's tragic. And what's ordinary and what's not - the… — Rachel Joyce Copy Share Image
Beginnings could happen more than once or in different ways. You could think you were starting something afresh, when actually what you were doing… — Rachel Joyce Copy Share Image
