“There were times, he saw, when not knowing was the biggest truth, and you had to stay with that.” — Rachel Joyce Copy Share Image
“But pretending you are near, for a few moments, I have felt complete again.” — Rachel Joyce Copy Share Image
“You think there will be a time to say goodbye, but people have often gone before you know about it.” — Rachel Joyce Copy Share Image
“...the vivid past would not go away. Like music, said Peg. Even when it was over, it kept living inside you.” — Rachel Joyce Copy Share Image
I think of myself as a very ordinary person. I like writing about the juxtaposition between people: the beauty of them at… — Rachel Joyce Copy Share Image
“She had bleached and annihilated every waking moment of the last twenty years. Anything, rather than feel. Anything, rather than meet Harold’s… — Rachel Joyce Copy Share Image
The world was made up of people putting one foot in front of the other; and a life might appear ordinary simply… — Rachel Joyce Copy Share Image
“After several hours, he realized he had been so lost in remembering and mourning the past, he had wasted two miles heading… — Rachel Joyce Copy Share Image
“In walking, he unleashed the past that he had spent twenty years seeking to avoid, and now it chattered and played through… — Rachel Joyce Copy Share Image
And it can take a lifetime, a life of many years, to accept the incongruity of things: that a small moment can… — Rachel Joyce Copy Share Image
“It was the same with time, he thought, and also sorrow. They were both waiting to catch you. And no matter how… — Rachel Joyce Copy Share Image
“As time passed and he found his rhythm, he began to feel more certain. England opened up beneath his feet, and the… — Rachel Joyce Copy Share Image
“As time passed and he found his rhythm, he began to feel more certain. England opened beneath his feet, and the feeling… — Rachel Joyce Copy Share Image
He must have driven this way countless times, and yet he had no memory of the scenery. He must have been so… — Rachel Joyce Copy Share Image
I miss her all the time. I know in my head that she has gone. the only difference is that I am… — Rachel Joyce Copy Share Image
“He had learned that it was the smallness of people that filled him with wonder and tenderness, and the loneliness of that… — Rachel Joyce Copy Share Image
“He had learned that it was the smallness of people that filled him with wonder and tenderness, putting one foot in front… — Rachel Joyce Copy Share Image
“The regrets about all she had let go flooded her. Where had all that enterprise gone? All that energy? Why had she… — Rachel Joyce Copy Share Image
“Despite his obligation to other people, he wished at that moment he had walls.” — Rachel Joyce Copy Share Image
“That's what nobody realizes. Two seconds are huge. It's the difference between something happening and something not happening. You could take one… — Rachel Joyce Copy Share Image
“Not a day has gone by when I have not thought of you. There was a time when I wished it would… — Rachel Joyce Copy Share Image
“He had been guilty once or twice of believing he understood, only to discover he did not... There were times, he saw,… — Rachel Joyce Copy Share Image
“The world was made up of people putting one foot in front of the other; and a life might appear ordinary simply… — Rachel Joyce Copy Share Image
“Besides, the big things in life do not present themselves as such. They come in the quiet, ordinary moments-- a phone call,… — Rachel Joyce Copy Share Image
“IT HAD NEVER been such a beautiful May. Every day the sky shone a peerless blue, untouched by cloud. Already, the gardens were crammed… — Rachel Joyce Copy Share Image
After the two drinks, she felt warm inside, and slightly indistinct at the edges. — Rachel Joyce Copy Share Image
“He walked so surely it was as if all his life he had been waiting to get up from his chair.” — Rachel Joyce Copy Share Image
He must have driven this way countless times, and yet he had no memory of the scenery. He must have been so caught up… — Rachel Joyce Copy Share Image
“He saw the reflection of her face in a compact mirror as she painted on her re lips. She did it with such care,… — Rachel Joyce Copy Share Image
“I can't explain why I think I can get there, when all the odds are against me. But I do. Even when a big… — Rachel Joyce Copy Share Image
“It wasn’t just 1) the artwork and sleeve notes on the album sleeve. It wasn’t 2) the possibility of a hidden track, or a… — Rachel Joyce Copy Share Image
In writing about Harold and Maureen with their terrible unspoken secret, and all those people that Harold meets as he walks to save a… — Rachel Joyce Copy Share Image
“He wished the man would honor the true meaning of words, instead of using them as ammunition.” — Rachel Joyce Copy Share Image
“We are at the centre of our own stories. And sometimes it is hard to believe that we are not at the centre of… — Rachel Joyce Copy Share Image
I find that very appealing: the blurring of the lines between what's funny and what's tragic. And what's ordinary and what's not - the… — Rachel Joyce Copy Share Image
Beginnings could happen more than once or in different ways. You could think you were starting something afresh, when actually what you were doing… — Rachel Joyce Copy Share Image
