It would have been very easy to drift into writing a non-fiction book so by taking it away from Nottingham I forced myself to imagine much more of it. — Jon McGregor Copy Share Image
It is something I recognise in myself. I do eavesdrop. I do people-watch, a lot. — Jon McGregor Copy Share
“the rain falls, catching the trailing edges of net curtains which flow out of open windows like fishing nets lowered over the backs of… — Jon McGregor Copy Share
I'm surprised, but I'm glad, I realise that this is what i wanted that night last week, to simply make a connection and keep… — Jon McGregor Copy Share
I once saw a picture in the paper of John Hegley with 'poet' written on his knuckles, and I thought that was pretty cool,… — Jon McGregor Copy Share
“And he'd looked straight back at her, holding her professional eye contact, and said yes, thankyou doctor, I do understand, yes. And he'd coughed,… — Jon McGregor Copy Share
I wonder how many ways there are for a mother to produce that wreckage in her own daughter, and my muscles tense as I… — Jon McGregor Copy Share
There are so many people in the world, and I want to know them all but I don’t even know my next-door neighbor’s name. — Jon McGregor Copy Share
All the emails I get these days start with sorry but I've been so busy, and I don't understand how we can be so… — Jon McGregor Copy Share
“He wonders how so much water can resist the pull of so much gravity for the time it takes such pregnant clouds to form,… — Jon McGregor Copy Share
“By the middle of the afternoon it had rained so much that the drains were overflowing, clogged up with leaves and newspapers. The water… — Jon McGregor Copy Share
“Her name was Rebecca, or Becky, or Bex. She'd been wearing a white hooded top with a navy-blue body-warmer. She would be twenty-three years… — Jon McGregor Copy Share
It takes a lot of energy and creativity to make such screwed up lives carry on. And the kind of will people have to… — Jon McGregor Copy Share
