6 Quotes by Joanna Nadin

And love is blind at best, and a deceit at worst.

We all have secrets.

It’s late when I wake up, past breakfast. Yet my limbs are still heavy with sleep, aching, pinning me to the mattress.

What I didn’t tell her, what I don’t tell her, is that it’s not a writer I want to be, but the girl in the book. That the real reason I read – the only reason I read – is because I am imagining myself on the pages, trying to narrate a life for myself more ordered and more accomplished than the one I’m living.

It is the hope, they say, that ruins you, for hope rides bareback on disappointment, blows raspberries and jeers I told you so.

As I push open the door she breathes out, letting smoke curl up through her hair. She is all that. And she knows it.