“What is the death of a soldier even off duty of an occupying army walking in an occupied territory against the death of a little boy screaming in terror in his father's arms Where is the equivalence” — Linda Grant Copy Share Image
Many of us, whether in the jungles of Asia or on the streets of Chicago, had discovered that noble causes can lead to ignoble… — Linda Grant Copy Share Image
“Lord Malquist and Mr Moon was the literary equivalent of the Wonderbra for intellectually pretentious students of the seventies.” — Linda Grant Copy Share Image
I was embarrassed by my parents. I thought they had nothing of interest to say or contribute to anything. My real crime was not… — Linda Grant Copy Share Image
“I was the girl whose face fell when she saw a wrapped present in the shape of a box, perhaps a jigsaw puzzle. Worst… — Linda Grant Copy Share Image
“She had been maimed by an illness that was so far out of fashion it might have been a wartime recipe for pink blancmange made from cornflour when everyone these days ate real chocolate mouse and tiramisu. TB was Spam fritters and two-bar electric fires and mangles and string bags and French knitting and a Bakelite phone in a freezing… — Linda Grant Copy Share
“You cannot have a taste for minimalist décor if you seriously read books.” — Linda Grant Copy Share Image
“Clothes as text, clothes as narration, clothes as a story. Clothes as the story of our lives. And if you were to gather all the clothes you have ever owned in all your life, each baby shoe and winter coat and wedding dress, you would have your autobiography. You could wear, once more, your own life in all its stages,… — Linda Grant Copy Share
There is probably no finer prose writer alive in Britain now, no-one better at making a sentence, no-one better at descriptive writing, no-one who… — Linda Grant Copy Share Image
“And your neihjbour is sitting next door weeping as she watches her child facing a crowd of Palestiniankids armed with rocks which could take… — Linda Grant Copy Share Image
When I was a child, on Sunday mornings the family would assemble around the blue-leather-covered gramophone to listen to records. — Linda Grant Copy Share Image
