What I mean is this: you meet someone, you think about them. You're already changing because of the way you think about them. You meet them again, you think about them some more, you're changing again. And on it goes. You are changing right now. Before my eyes.
The bluebells made such a pool that the earth had become like water, and all the trees and bushes seemed to have grown out of the water. And the sky … - Graham Joyce
The bluebells made such a pool that the earth had become like water, and all the trees and bushes seemed to have grown out of the water. And the sky …
- Graham Joyce
But there are times in life when a door opens and you are offered a glimpse of the light on the water, and you know that if you don't take it, that d… - Graham Joyce
But there are times in life when a door opens and you are offered a glimpse of the light on the water, and you know that if you don't take it, that d…
Because two people in love don't make a hive mind. Neither should they want to be a hive mind, to think the same, to know the same. It's about being … - Graham Joyce
Because two people in love don't make a hive mind. Neither should they want to be a hive mind, to think the same, to know the same. It's about being …
What I mean is this: you meet someone, you think about them. You're already changing because of the way you think about them. You meet them again, yo… - Graham Joyce
What I mean is this: you meet someone, you think about them. You're already changing because of the way you think about them. You meet them again, yo…
I have to get out once a week and speak with people or I start thinking I'm the emperor of Abyssinia. - Graham Joyce
I have to get out once a week and speak with people or I start thinking I'm the emperor of Abyssinia.
Rationally speaking, blaming one's behavior on alcohol or drugs is like blaming the ladder by which you descended into a pit, or the staircase that t… - Graham Joyce
Rationally speaking, blaming one's behavior on alcohol or drugs is like blaming the ladder by which you descended into a pit, or the staircase that t…
The mist hung in the air like a prancing unicorn. - Graham Joyce
The mist hung in the air like a prancing unicorn.
If I couldn't get published tomorrow I'd still be writing. It's something to do with feeling so overwhelmed by this experience of life that you have … - Graham Joyce
If I couldn't get published tomorrow I'd still be writing. It's something to do with feeling so overwhelmed by this experience of life that you have …
The trouble with forgiveness is that some people don't want to be forgiven. - Graham Joyce
The trouble with forgiveness is that some people don't want to be forgiven.
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