Natasha Solomons

“It is the storyteller's prerogative to try to write, every now and then, the ending she might wish for. Even if it…

— Natasha Solomons

“Photographs are so strange; they are always in the present tense, everyone captured in a moment that will never come again.”

— Natasha Solomons

“He liked the English and their peculiarities. He liked their stoicism under pressure; on the wall in his factory he kept a…

— Natasha Solomons

“I remember that Sunday with absolute clarity - it was one of those perfect June mornings that make one certain Eden was…

— Natasha Solomons

“I lay in his arms and I understood. I am two women and I love two men. Elise will always love Kit…

— Natasha Solomons

“His skin felt so war, and I wondered that in all her lectures upon proper behaviour, Anna had failed to mention that…

— Natasha Solomons

“I took a deep breath and filled my lungs with summer.”

— Natasha Solomons

“Jack thought of his wife, filled with nothing but sorrow, wandering the earth remembering the dead and happier times.”

— Natasha Solomons

“They are filled with earnest nonsense, the sort of things that a boy writes to his sweetheart, but which somehow, when they…

— Natasha Solomons

“The map of a face expresses things from which geography might learn. patrick Hayman, A Painter's Notes 1959”

— Natasha Solomons

“It was much better to share it with him; if he was a madman then at least they were crazy together.”

— Natasha Solomons