“Her mother existed entirely in the moment. And she made every moment sparkle.” — Lisa Jewell Copy Share Image
My mother's childhood was complex, disjointed, and disturbing. As children, we would gather round and ask her to tell us again and… — Lisa Jewell Copy Share Image
My mother was born on February 8, 1944, in Lucknow, India. Her father, Albert, was half-Indian and half-Portuguese. — Lisa Jewell Copy Share Image
I changed my mind about being a famous pop star when I realised that it meant I'd never be able to get on the… — Lisa Jewell Copy Share Image
I loved her more than she loved me, that was the problem. A basic imbalance. Relationships like that never last, however hard you try. And now she's pregnant and in love with a man who'll never love her the way she loves him. It's a series of vicious circles, and the only way to stop it is to find someone… — Lisa Jewell Copy Share
I knew I wasn't the sort of person who could do a full-time job and write in the evening and at weekends. — Lisa Jewell Copy Share Image
I must always, always have a box of Extra chewing gum in my bag because I have developed a terrible cheek-chewing compulsion. It's not… — Lisa Jewell Copy Share Image
I am a terrible, terrible typist. I could not have been a writer in the age of typewriters. — Lisa Jewell Copy Share Image
I would never, for the sake of the story or a twist, have a character do something that they just wouldn't do. I really… — Lisa Jewell Copy Share Image
My publishers find me really challenging, as a lot of the time, I don't even know what I'm going to be writing about until… — Lisa Jewell Copy Share Image
If you feel that your father was lacking as a husband, it affects your own choice of man. — Lisa Jewell Copy Share Image
