I wanted to write about the transformative power of small acts of kindness. An old man falls in the street, you stop and make sure he's OK. Or even smaller acts than that, though - buying someone a cup of… — Gail Honeyman Copy Share Image
This may sound strange, but although I feel like I know everything about my characters, the brand of shampoo they use, how many cavities… — Gail Honeyman Copy Share Image
“I go over most Sundays,' he went on. 'She doesn't get out much - I'm sure she'd love to see a new face.' 'Even… — Gail Honeyman Copy Share Image
“Men like Raymond, pedestrial dullards, would always be distracted by women who looked like her, having neither the wit nor the sophistication to see… — Gail Honeyman Copy Share Image
“I allowed my mind to wander. I’ve found this to be a very effective way of passing the time; you take a situation or… — Gail Honeyman Copy Share Image
“Some people, weak people, fear solitude. What they fail to understand is that there’s something very liberating about it; once you realize that you… — Gail Honeyman Copy Share Image
“The moment hung in time like a drop of honey from a spoon, heavy, golden.” — Gail Honeyman Copy Share Image
“I have always enjoyed reading, but I've never been sure how to select appropriate material. There are so many books in the world--how do… — Gail Honeyman Copy Share Image
“A human hand was exactly the right weight, exactly the right temperature for touching another person, I realized.” — Gail Honeyman Copy Share Image
I know some writers are meticulous planners, but I'm not one of them. — Gail Honeyman Copy Share Image
“I do exist, don’t I? It often feels as if I’m not here, that I’m a figment of my own imagination. There are days… — Gail Honeyman Copy Share Image
I wanted to show platonic friendship between men and women, because I think it is underutilised in fiction. — Gail Honeyman Copy Share Image
