the days of our lives vanish utterly, more insubstantial than if they had been invented. Fiction can seem more enduring than reality.
Penelope LivelyI am addicted to arrivals, to those innocent dawn moments from which history accelerates.
Penelope LivelyEqually, we require a collective past - hence the endless reinterpretations of history, frequently to suit the perceptions of the present.
Penelope LivelyAnd 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 place where you cannot see ahead; there is nothing of which to be certain except what lies behind. This should be terrifying, but somehow it is not.
Penelope Lively