Jane Urquhart

Longing for something that you once had is a mistake because the pictures in your mind are never the same as whatever…

— Jane Urquhart

“the low light entering the room from the west window always caused the large oval of the table to shine like a…

— Jane Urquhart

“Old Eileen leaned forward in her chair, thrusting her face closer to the child who had been gradually approaching her. "Where is…

— Jane Urquhart

Art is a kind of mining," he said. "The artist a variety of prospector searching for the sparkling silver of meaning in…

— Jane Urquhart

Racism is a destructive and artificially-manufactured element in the collective human psyche designed to fragment the natural desire of human beings to…

— Jane Urquhart

“As the sky behind the Eddy Match Factory across the river filled with light, the steady timbre of the water and rapids…

— Jane Urquhart

“The lake was a shield of beaten brass flung down in the valley under a full sun.”

— Jane Urquhart

“She knew she was a purveyor of costume, of disguise, a fabricator of persona, one who touched only the protective surface, never…

— Jane Urquhart

“the boards of oaken floors polished to such a degree the furniture was reflected in them like architecture placed at the edge…

— Jane Urquhart

“How long, Klara wondered now, how long after the mortar set did the joy remain? When one embraces a moment of rapture…

— Jane Urquhart

“This was the way it was going to be then, this road she was going to have to walk. She would always…

— Jane Urquhart

Get drunk, Austin, have a love affair. It would be a tragedy to die and discover that you hadn't completely used up…

— Jane Urquhart

“Any work of art," said her grandfather,"must achieve sainthood before we set it free to roam in the world.”

— Jane Urquhart