Rachel Joyce

“She looked at him and her heart tipped sideways.”

— Rachel Joyce

“But pretending you are near, for a few moments, I have felt complete again.”

— Rachel Joyce

“Life was very different when you walked through it.”

— Rachel Joyce

I have written stories since I was a child.

— Rachel Joyce

The past was the past; there was no escaping your beginnings.

— Rachel Joyce

If we can't accept what we don't know, there really is no hope.

— Rachel Joyce

“With post like yours, who needs enemies?” he said.”

— Rachel Joyce

The least planned part of the journey, however, was the journey itself.

— Rachel Joyce

“The people he met, the places he passed, were all steps in his journey, and he kept a place inside his heart…

— Rachel Joyce

“It was hard to have been her guest. It was hard to understand a little and then walk away.”

— Rachel Joyce

“His shirt, tie, and trousers were folded small as an apology on a faded blue-velvet chair.”

— Rachel Joyce

“Music comes out of silence and at the end it goes back to it. It's a journey. You see?”

— Rachel Joyce

“He was a chap like himself, with a unique pain; and yet there would be no knowing that if you passed him…

— Rachel Joyce

“Sometimes we reject the people who tell the truth and it is not because they are wrong. It is because we can’t…

— Rachel Joyce

“Sometimes you have to do something with your pain because otherwise it will swallow you.”

— Rachel Joyce

“Sometimes caring for something already growing is more perilous than planting something new.”

— Rachel Joyce

My father had spent years fighting cancer of the head and neck. He had numerous operations, and he was reduced and reduced…

— Rachel Joyce

“For a while it there was only the silence that carried her words. It struck Harold afresh how life could change in…

— Rachel Joyce

In writing about Harold and Maureen with their terrible unspoken secret, and all those people that Harold meets as he walks to…

— Rachel Joyce

“I don’t push it and I don’t hang about. If I just keep putting one foot in front of the other, it…

— Rachel Joyce

“He doesn’t know if the words they are using actually mean the things they purport to mean or whether the words have…

— Rachel Joyce

“He watched the squares of buttery light inside the houses, and people going about their business. He thought of how they would…

— Rachel Joyce

“That was why Peg loved the Messiah best of all. Because it showed people they were not alone. No matter about their…

— Rachel Joyce

“He looks at me gently, with you eyes, and he says, simply, 'I just want someone to see me, Q. See who…

— Rachel Joyce

“The fact is that something has changed. It isn’t that he has become more likable or any less strange, but the accident…

— Rachel Joyce

He must have driven this way countless times, and yet he had no memory of the scenery. He must have been so…

— Rachel Joyce

“He had felt safe with what he had confided. It had been the same with Queenie. You could say things in the…

— Rachel Joyce

“You ease a record from its cover. It's years since you've held one but you do this without thinking. Slide your fingers…

— Rachel Joyce

“I still remember the winter sky that evening. Whenever I worked in my sea garden and I saw a sunset like that,…

— rachel joyce

“your unlikely pilgrimage and, indeed, the courage of the woman who sat in silence and waited for you. They have caused me…

— Rachel Joyce

“The world was made up of people putting one foot in front of the other; and a life might appear ordinary simply…

— Rachel Joyce

“Maureen watched them all. This was how it was, she thought. People would find one another, and sometimes it would last moments…

— Rachel Joyce

“Did you have any yourself?" she said. "Just one." Harold thought of David, but it was too much to explain. He saw…

— Rachel Joyce

“It wasn’t just 1) the artwork and sleeve notes on the album sleeve. It wasn’t 2) the possibility of a hidden track,…

— Rachel Joyce

“Harold walked with these strangers and listened. He judged no one, although as the day wore on, and time and places began…

— Rachel Joyce

“In order to succeed he must remain true to the feeling that had inspired him in the first place. It didn't matter…

— Rachel Joyce

“IT HAD NEVER been such a beautiful May. Every day the sky shone a peerless blue, untouched by cloud. Already, the gardens…

— Rachel Joyce

“Sometimes her words sliced down on his before they had even reached his mouth.”

— Rachel Joyce

“He had started; and in doing so Harold could already see the end.”

— Rachel Joyce

“We hang on by so little, he thought, and felt the full despair of knowing that.”

— Rachel Joyce