“She imagined the reading she did now as like climbing inside one of those deep old beds she'd seen in a museum, with a sliding door to close behind you: even as she was suffering with a book and could… — Tessa Hadley Copy Share Image
“I probably reread novels more often than I read new ones. The novel form is made for rereading. Novels are by their nature too… — Tessa Hadley Copy Share Image
“And that was true too, that was what the Culverts were like: crucified by their shyness and at the same time contemptuous of the… — Tessa Hadley Copy Share Image
“I hate to think of you stuck here all day every day, doing nothing with that brilliant brain of yours.” “It never was brilliant.… — Tessa Hadley Copy Share Image
“She imagined the reading she did now as like climbing inside one of those deep old beds she'd seen in a museum, with a… — Tessa Hadley Copy Share Image
“But now everything was lost: all the scattered effect of a real person, complicated beyond counting. (Post production, 197)” — Tessa Hadley Copy Share Image
“The present was always paramount, in a way that thrust you forward: empty, but also free. Whatever stories you told over to yourself and… — Tessa Hadley Copy Share Image
“Andy was receptive, like a deep vessel into which life was poured. If this terrible particular thing hadn't been poured into her, she would… — Tessa Hadley Copy Share Image
“Ally wasn't disappointed in the writers: she hadn't expected anything from them in the first place; it hadn't occurred to her to be interested… — Tessa Hadley Copy Share Image
“But she wasn't in love, though she had been ready to be. Love sank down gently from where it had been swollen in expectation… — Tessa Hadley Copy Share Image
