“Rodwell wandered into No Man's Land and put a bullet through his ears. On Sunday, Robert sat on his bed in the… — Timothy Findley Copy Share Image
“When Mrs Ross asked him what he was thinking of, he shrugged. But he was thinking of the time he'd climbed the… — Timothy Findley Copy Share Image
“The mud. There are no good similes. Mud must be a Flemish word. Mud was invented here. Mudland must have been its… — Timothy Findley Copy Share Image
“Here was an unknown quantity-a child in breeches with a blue scarf wound around his neck whose job it was to get… — Timothy Findley Copy Share Image
“1915. The year itself looks sepia and soiled-muddied like its pictures. In the snapshots everyone at first seems timid-lost-irresolute. Boys and men… — Timothy Findley Copy Share Image
“Houses, trees and fields of flax once flourished here. Summers had been blue with flowers. Now it was a shallow sea of… — Timothy Findley Copy Share Image
“Master Stuart made his letters into paper darts and launched them page by page from the roof of the house-watching them descend… — Timothy Findley Copy Share Image
“...no one belongs to anyone. We're all cut off at birth with a knife and left at the mercy of strangers. You… — Timothy Findley Copy Share Image
He said that in a way being loved is like being told you never have to die. — Timothy Findley Copy Share Image
There are no beginnings, not even to stories. There are only places where you make an entrance into someone else's life and either stay… — Timothy Findley Copy Share Image
“I have dreamt of a life you will never know; the life of a loving and caring companion. I simply thought you should know.… — Timothy Findley Copy Share Image
“You will live when you live. No one else can ever live your life and no one else will ever know what you know...” — Timothy Findley Copy Share Image
In the dark that followed - Lucy said; "where I was born, the trees were always in the sun. And I left that place… — Timothy Findley Copy Share Image
“With Tom, there had never been a door to close, only the grass to lie on, never a bed; no walls, no ceiling to… — Timothy Findley Copy Share Image
I still maintain that an ordinary human being has the right to be horrified by a mangled body seen on an afternoon walk. — Timothy Findley Copy Share Image
“Rodwell wandered into No Man's Land and put a bullet through his ears. On Sunday, Robert sat on his bed in the old hotel… — Timothy Findley Copy Share Image
They waited. The door did not open. The rain did not stop. The darkness made a tent and covered them completely. — Timothy Findley Copy Share Image
“When Mrs Ross asked him what he was thinking of, he shrugged. But he was thinking of the time he'd climbed the steeple of… — Timothy Findley Copy Share Image
