The day is refracted, and the next and the one after that, all of them broken up into a hundred juggled segments, each brilliant and self-contained so that the hours are no longer linear but assorted like bright sweets in a jar.
Unless I am a part of everything I am nothing. - Penelope Lively
Unless I am a part of everything I am nothing.
- Penelope Lively
The past is our ultimate privacy; we pile it up, year by year, decade by decade, it stows itself away, with its perverse random recall system. - Penelope Lively
The past is our ultimate privacy; we pile it up, year by year, decade by decade, it stows itself away, with its perverse random recall system.
The present hardly exists, after all-it becomes the past even as it happens. A tricky medium, time - and central to the concerns of fiction. - Penelope Lively
The present hardly exists, after all-it becomes the past even as it happens. A tricky medium, time - and central to the concerns of fiction.
I'm intrigued by the way in which physical appearance can often direct a person's life; things happen differently for a beautiful woman than for a pl… - Penelope Lively
I'm intrigued by the way in which physical appearance can often direct a person's life; things happen differently for a beautiful woman than for a pl…
We make choices but are constantly foiled by happenstance. - Penelope Lively
We make choices but are constantly foiled by happenstance.
We all need a past - that's where our sense of identity comes from. - Penelope Lively
We all need a past - that's where our sense of identity comes from.
And in another year everything will be different yet again. It is always like that, and always will be; you are forever standing on the brink, in a p… - Penelope Lively
And in another year everything will be different yet again. It is always like that, and always will be; you are forever standing on the brink, in a p…
It seems to me that anyone whose library consists of a Kindle lying on a table is some sort of bloodless nerd. - Penelope Lively
It seems to me that anyone whose library consists of a Kindle lying on a table is some sort of bloodless nerd.
It seems to me that everything that happens to us is a disconcerting mix of choice and contingency. - Penelope Lively
It seems to me that everything that happens to us is a disconcerting mix of choice and contingency.
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