“The typewriter is neat and compact and sturdy and blue, just the right machine to pound out a missive of love. When… — Yvette Walker Copy Share Image
“I have the ghost of you pressing against my ribs like deep water. It is only now, in this cardigan of a house that… — Yvette Walker Copy Share Image
“The typewriter is neat and compact and sturdy and blue, just the right machine to pound out a missive of love. When you strike… — Yvette Walker Copy Share Image
“Viv sleeps, curled up on the sofa like Sherlock Holmes. A newspaper is barely in reach of her fingertips, a book is tucked under… — Yvette Walker Copy Share Image
“I trace the map of other people's lives like an English cartographer, but I am not Virginia Woolf; no one in my fiction would… — Yvette Walker Copy Share Image
“(was it because the whole world went online – is that why we never wrote another word?).” — Yvette Walker Copy Share Image
