I step back further, until I feel cold tiles against my back. It is then I get the glimmer that I associate with memory. As my mind tries to settle on it, it flutters away, like ashes caught in a… — S.J. Watson Copy Share Image
Thoughts race, as if, in a mind devoid of memory, each idea has too much space to grow and move, to collide with others in a shower of sparks before spinning off into its own distance. — S.J. Watson Copy Share Image
Do you trust me? The question is usually asked before an admission that such trust is misplaced. — S.J. Watson Copy Share Image
“No treasure house of recollection, no wealth of experience, no accumulated wisdom to pass on. What are we, if not an accumulation of our… — S.J. Watson Copy Share Image
“She looks so young, so hungry, her eyes full of possibility, of what is in store for her.” — S.J. Watson Copy Share Image
It's so difficult, isn't it? To see what's going on when you're in the absolute middle of something? It's only with hindsight we can… — S.J. Watson Copy Share Image
"Is it possible to both want and not want something at the same time? For desire to ride with fear? — S.J. Watson Copy Share Image
“He forgave you though,' said Claire. 'He never held it against you, ever. All he cared about was that you lived, and that you… — S.J. Watson Copy Share Image
“Progress? You call this progress?” I was almost shouting now, anger spilled out of me as if I could no longer contain it. “If… — S.J. Watson Copy Share Image
