You cannot pretend to read a book. Your eyes will give you away. So will your breathing. A person entranced by a book simply forgets to breathe. The house can catch alight and a reader deep in a book will not look up until the wallpaper is in flames.
I do not know what you are supposed to do with memories likes these. It feels wrong to want to forget. Perhaps this is why we write these things down… - Lloyd Jones
I do not know what you are supposed to do with memories likes these. It feels wrong to want to forget. Perhaps this is why we write these things down…
- Lloyd Jones
We have all lost our possessions and many of us our homes," he said. "But these losses, severe though they may seem, remind us of what no person can … - Lloyd Jones
We have all lost our possessions and many of us our homes," he said. "But these losses, severe though they may seem, remind us of what no person can …
I was eleven when my father left, so neither of us really knew our fathers. I’d met mine of course, but then I only knew my dad as a child knows a pa… - Lloyd Jones
I was eleven when my father left, so neither of us really knew our fathers. I’d met mine of course, but then I only knew my dad as a child knows a pa…
Men who try to do something and fail are infinitely better than those who try to do nothing and succeed. - Lloyd Jones
Men who try to do something and fail are infinitely better than those who try to do nothing and succeed.
Dreams are nervy things—all it takes is for one stern word to be spoken in their direction and they shrivel up and die. - Lloyd Jones
Dreams are nervy things—all it takes is for one stern word to be spoken in their direction and they shrivel up and die.
You cannot pretend to read a book. Your eyes will give you away. So will your breathing. A person entranced by a book simply forgets to breathe. The … - Lloyd Jones
You cannot pretend to read a book. Your eyes will give you away. So will your breathing. A person entranced by a book simply forgets to breathe. The …
I had found a new friend. The surprising thing is where I’d found him – not up a tree or sulking in the shade, or splashing around in one of the hill… - Lloyd Jones
I had found a new friend. The surprising thing is where I’d found him – not up a tree or sulking in the shade, or splashing around in one of the hill…
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