“At least the tree knows where it stands. It had a sense of place. It's fixed. Attached. And I am lost. I belong to nothing, and no one, but that's all going to change.' - ppg 165” — Annabel Pitcher Copy Share Image
“I am not going to make small talk with the enemy, let's be clear about that.' - ppg 31” — Annabel Pitcher Copy Share Image
“My heart is your heart," she whispers, and wow that takes my breath away, this line from my childhood that she always used to… — Annabel Pitcher Copy Share Image
“But my parents let me drift. My head was too easily turned by what else was out there. I always knew I wanted something bigger, something better, but I should have knuckled down. My parents should have made me knuckle down. They were too lenient." - Jack to Tessa about his education; ppg 116” — Annabel Pitcher Copy Share
Sometimes when I wake up, I forget that she's gone and then I remember and my heart drops like it does when you miss… — Annabel Pitcher Copy Share Image
“{Numbers are more my thing}. Life is confusing and the only place where two plus two ever equals four is in a Maths lesson.… — Annabel Pitcher Copy Share Image
“I swallowed all the doubt and all the disappointment and all the anger and they were almost too big, like vitamin pills that are… — Annabel Pitcher Copy Share Image
I stared up at the sky and raised my middle finger, just in case God was watching. I don't like being spied on. — Annabel Pitcher Copy Share Image
If envy is red and doubt is black then happiness is brown. I looked from the little brown stone to the tiny brown freckle… — Annabel Pitcher Copy Share Image
“I never realised there was so much of it,' Sandra muttered. 'Hours. I feel every minute.” — Annabel Pitcher Copy Share Image
“I like winter and I like the dark and I like cats and I like the rain and I like walking up mountains and… — Annabel Pitcher Copy Share Image
“But lions aren't tame, Jack used to say. They're dangerous, Tess. They roar. But you wouldn't listen. You saw a car. Jack saw the King of the Jungle. But that's folk for you. It wouldn't do for us all to be identical, would it?" - Gran to Tess; ppg 67” — Annabel Pitcher Copy Share
