Quote by Graham Joyce Download Open image ““Through the window a broken fingernail of moon was visible.”” — Graham Joyce ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 4.8 out of 5 (5 ratings) Copy quoteShare
“Don't tell me the moon is shining; show me light glinting on broken glass.” — Henrik Ibsen Copy Share Image
“Once more and for the last time, the moon flashed above and broke into pieces, and then everything went black.” — Mikhail Bulgakov Copy Share Image
“When you point a finger at the moon to indicate the moon, instead of looking at the moon,the stupid ones look at your finger.” — Mao Tse-tung Copy Share Image
“More than once, the broken moon would cast through the window a silver light and remind me of independent events yielding to their own… — Leonard Seet Copy Share Image
“A three-quarter moon, glowering bone, with a hint of something bruised, battered, scarred. The moon has endured more than anybody can know.” — Joyce Carol Oates Copy Share Image
“He stared up at the moon, which looked like a giant hole in the sky, letting light through to the other side.” — Sarah Addison Allen Copy Share Image
“Me and Nkiruka, we watched through the window until the moon grew an extraordinary size, so big that it filled the window frame. We… — Chris Cleave Copy Share Image
Don't tell me the moon is shining; show me the glint of light on the broken glass. — Anton Chekhov Copy Share Image
“He looked like a once-green leaf that had begun to dry and to reveal the structure of its veins.” — Graham Joyce Copy Share Image
“The most extraordinary thing about it all was how simple it was just to carry on. There were meals to be prepared and eaten;… — Graham Joyce Copy Share Image
“Someone said that thirty was a significant birthday, and everyone around the table agreed. Someone else said it was the first time you heard… — Graham Joyce Copy Share Image
If critics of 'readable fiction' want literature to change the ways people dream, they need first to come down from the mountain and speak… — Graham Joyce Copy Share Image
“And there was Tara, again with that shy half-smile and her burgundy lips slightly puckered, that shy kink, an incomplete curlicue at the corner… — Graham Joyce Copy Share Image
“The sun was up and I want to say that it was golden, but it wasn't golden, it was the color of treacle. I… — Graham Joyce Copy Share Image
“There is no "mid" about it. Life is a crisis from the cradle to the grave.” — Graham Joyce Copy Share Image
The overintellectualization of surrealism can be a bromide. A dream interpreted is a deflated dream. — Graham Joyce Copy Share Image
