“My mother is a certainty. I can count on the watercolour pain in her voice when she calls to say she hasn't heard from me in months. The precarious laughter as she comes from the kitchen, when I finally do… — Trevor Cole Copy Share Image
“My mother may no longer be (if she ever was) a mast to which I can rope myself. But I fear the loss of Lesley. Without her observance, and her sturdy presence, I would feel windblown.” — Trevor Cole Copy Share Image
“My mother is a certainty. I can count on the watercolour pain in her voice when she calls to say she hasn't heard from… — Trevor Cole Copy Share Image
“My mother may no longer be (if she ever was) a mast to which I can rope myself. But I fear the loss of… — Trevor Cole Copy Share Image
“To live, fiction must be read, and to be read it must be enjoyed. Why do so many people talk about the number of… — Trevor Cole Copy Share Image
