“She knew she was a purveyor of costume, of disguise, a fabricator of persona, one who touched only the protective surface, never… — Jane Urquhart Copy Share Image
“How long, Klara wondered now, how long after the mortar set did the joy remain? When one embraces a moment of rapture… — Jane Urquhart Copy Share Image
Longing for something that you once had is a mistake because the pictures in your mind are never the same as whatever it is… — Jane Urquhart Copy Share Image
“the low light entering the room from the west window always caused the large oval of the table to shine like a lake, a… — Jane Urquhart Copy Share Image
“Old Eileen leaned forward in her chair, thrusting her face closer to the child who had been gradually approaching her. "Where is the centre… — Jane Urquhart Copy Share Image
Art is a kind of mining," he said. "The artist a variety of prospector searching for the sparkling silver of meaning in the earth. — Jane Urquhart Copy Share Image
Racism is a destructive and artificially-manufactured element in the collective human psyche designed to fragment the natural desire of human beings to know and… — Jane Urquhart Copy Share Image
“As the sky behind the Eddy Match Factory across the river filled with light, the steady timbre of the water and rapids became sentences… — Jane Urquhart Copy Share Image
“The lake was a shield of beaten brass flung down in the valley under a full sun.” — Jane Urquhart Copy Share Image
“She knew she was a purveyor of costume, of disguise, a fabricator of persona, one who touched only the protective surface, never the skin,… — Jane Urquhart Copy Share Image
“the boards of oaken floors polished to such a degree the furniture was reflected in them like architecture placed at the edge of vast… — Jane Urquhart Copy Share Image
“How long, Klara wondered now, how long after the mortar set did the joy remain? When one embraces a moment of rapture from the… — Jane Urquhart Copy Share Image
“This was the way it was going to be then, this road she was going to have to walk. She would always be thinking… — Jane Urquhart Copy Share Image
Get drunk, Austin, have a love affair. It would be a tragedy to die and discover that you hadn't completely used up your body. — Jane Urquhart Copy Share Image
