Rachel Joyce
Rachel Joyce
heads
I think lots of ideas are sometimes in our heads without us quite, you know, knowing it.
again books connecting discovered itself might somewhere
This is what I have discovered - and it has been a gift in itself - that books live over and over again in different people's minds. That I might mean one thing as I write, but a reader's experiences will take it somewhere else. That is like a conversation, I think. It is a true connecting up.
feet long people
The world was made up of people putting one foot in front of the other; and a life might appear ordinary simply because the person living it had been doing so for a long time.
pain fall differences
I miss her all the time. I know in my head that she has gone. the only difference is that I am getting used to the pain. It's like discovering a great hole in the ground. To begin with, you forget it's there and keep falling in. After a while, it's still there, but you learn to walk round it.
loneliness car people
People were buying milk, or filling their cars with petrol, or even posting letters. And what no one else knew was the appalling weight of the thing they were carrying inside. The superhuman effort it took sometimes to be normal, and a part of things that appeared both easy and everyday. The loneliness of that.
years small-moments sides
And it can take a lifetime, a life of many years, to accept the incongruity of things: that a small moment can sit side by side with a big one, and become part of the same.
mad no-hope ifs
If we don't go mad once in a while, there's no hope.
mind have-faith humans
There is so much to the human mind we don't understand. But, you see, if you have faith, you can do anything.
accepting no-hope ifs
If we can't accept what we don't know, there really is no hope.
unique stranger being-human
Harold could no longer pass a stranger without acknowledging the truth that everyone was the same, and also unique; and that this was the dilemma of being human.
way different happens
Beginnings could happen more than once, or in different ways.
without-love ifs
It was not a life, if lived without love.
mistake journey accepting
He understood that in walking to atone for the mistakes he had made, it was also his journey to accept the strangeness of others.
journey
The least planned part of the journey, however, was the journey itself.