“They wanted spring, of course they wanted it, more than anything. They longed for sun with every pore of their skin. But spring hurts. If spring can come, if things can be different, how can you bear what your existence… — Helen Dunmore Copy Share Image
Mourning Ruby is not a flat landscape: it is more like a box with pictures painted on every face. And each face is also… — Helen Dunmore Copy Share Image
Reread, rewrite, reread, rewrite. If it still doesn't work, throw it away. It's a nice feeling, and you don't want to be cluttered with… — Helen Dunmore Copy Share Image
“The word 'personal' is one of my aversions. Personal loan. Personal hygiene. Personal safety. It's only a way of wrapping up bad news that… — Helen Dunmore Copy Share Image
I can remember being in my pram: children stayed in their prams much longer then than they do now. A big bouncy pram with… — Helen Dunmore Copy Share Image
“Dad was alive. I believed Conor, but I still didn't really know it. But now I do.” — Helen Dunmore Copy Share Image
A novel, in the end, is a container, a shape which you are trying to pour your story into. — Helen Dunmore Copy Share Image
“Fear of this order is not an emotion. It is like a virus overwhelming every cell of his body, while his mind struggles to… — Helen Dunmore Copy Share Image
I could start with Mandelstam, who was a huge influence on my early writing. — Helen Dunmore Copy Share Image
My first collection of poems was published by Bloodaxe Books, which was then a very new imprint. — Helen Dunmore Copy Share Image
“It seemed to me that there was a self-interest hidden in the core of all of us, which cooled us when we contemplated any… — Helen Dunmore Copy Share Image
