“That's what we do. Embellish. Decorate. Unvarnished truth has only limited appeal. Some events are a joy to recall, but others are best modified, even forgotten. They live in some lumber-room of the mind, housed somewhere you wouldn't want to… — Linda Gillard Copy Share
“Em's the first woman I've met who seems to be...well, the answer.' 'Answer to what?' He shrugged. 'All the questions, I suppose.' Fay looked… — Linda Gillard Copy Share Image
“I poured myself another glass of wine (white, now warm and disgusting, but I was in a masochistic mood)” — Linda Gillard Copy Share Image
“It's been a long time, you see. There's been no one for five years. Not since Gavin. I've spent five years murdering what I… — Linda Gillard Copy Share Image
“That's what we do. Embellish. Decorate. Unvarnished truth has only limited appeal. Some events are a joy to recall, but others are best modified, even forgotten. They live in some lumber-room of the mind, housed somewhere you wouldn't want to go alone and never after dark. If I make a mistake in my work or if I change my mind,… — Linda Gillard Copy Share
“Faced with the daunting prospect of a party at which both my ex-husband and my ex-lover would be present with their much younger fiancées,… — Linda Gillard Copy Share Image
“In the physical world we know, nothing lasts forever – a thought I find strangely comforting.” — Linda Gillard Copy Share Image
“I am an anomaly - a woman alone, too young to be widowed and too old to be looking for a mate. I occupy… — Linda Gillard Copy Share Image
“summer ends and autumn begins. The trees retract their sap in a hurry and the resulting bright colours must be a panic-stricken response to… — Linda Gillard Copy Share Image
“As I stared out of the train window, the scenery became a blur, as unclear as my thoughts and feelings.” — Linda Gillard Copy Share Image
“I had to ask myself, why I was sensing a twinge of something that felt suspiciously like nostalgia. But starlight can do that to… — Linda Gillard Copy Share Image
“You're like a box of chocolates with the menu missing - the card that tells you what they are. I never know what I'm… — Linda Gillard Copy Share Image
