113 Quotes by Sarah Hall

The show brought Claudia sadness finer than any requiem or any gravestone or anything beautiful or sorrowful that she could think of. On afternoons when she wasn’t working with her husband or rotating on the platform in the Human Picture Gallery at Luna, she would go off by herself and pay her dime and linger in the corridors of the exhibit.

I said, it’s strange, each time I see you again. You look different. Altered. You’re not like I remember. I have to get used to you.

Let him join the men of the past. Her old lovers were ghosts. None of them had survived; none were missed.

Revisiting much-loved childhood novels is never easy.

Our lives are politically wound.