When the year turns, there are bells on the wind. All the old years fall on the ground in lights.
Then he's inside you, and your body remembers, each time, every man, even if you try to forget. - Jayne Anne Phillips
Then he's inside you, and your body remembers, each time, every man, even if you try to forget.
- Jayne Anne Phillips
If all stories are fiction, fiction can be true -- not in detail or fact, but in some transformed version of feeling. If there is a memory of paradis… - Jayne Anne Phillips
If all stories are fiction, fiction can be true -- not in detail or fact, but in some transformed version of feeling. If there is a memory of paradis…
When the year turns, there are bells on the wind. All the old years fall on the ground in lights. - Jayne Anne Phillips
The writing life is a secret life, wither we admit it or not. - Jayne Anne Phillips
The writing life is a secret life, wither we admit it or not.
As before, there is a great silence, with no end in sight. The writer surrenders, listening. - Jayne Anne Phillips
As before, there is a great silence, with no end in sight. The writer surrenders, listening.
The writer's first affinity is not to a loyalty, a tradition, a morality, a religion, but to life itself, and to its representation in language. - Jayne Anne Phillips
The writer's first affinity is not to a loyalty, a tradition, a morality, a religion, but to life itself, and to its representation in language.
Literature can teach us how to live before we live, and how to die before we die. I believe that writing is practice for death, and for every (other)… - Jayne Anne Phillips
Literature can teach us how to live before we live, and how to die before we die. I believe that writing is practice for death, and for every (other)…
Smoke veils the air like souls in drifting suspension, declining the war's insistence everyone move on. - Jayne Anne Phillips
Smoke veils the air like souls in drifting suspension, declining the war's insistence everyone move on.
I write line by line, by the sound and the weight and the music of the words. - Jayne Anne Phillips
I write line by line, by the sound and the weight and the music of the words.
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