You can't see all of a place until you look at it from a distance. Sarah Hall More Quotes by Sarah Hall More Quotes From Sarah Hall People went through life like well handled jugs, collecting chips and scrapes and stains from wear and tear, from holding and pouring life. Sarah Hall jugs tears people There are stories told to him only at this time of year. Fantastic, magical stories, the old Hollier in the woods finding only three red berries, which peel back in the night to reveal gifts of frankincense, gold and myrrh, Christmas in hot deserts, dust-blown countries, the necklace of tears, and the story of the robin. Sarah Hall christmas night country I'll tell you this, lad: A tattoo says more of a fellow looking at it than it can do of the man who's got it on his back. Sarah Hall tattoo he-man men I don't like novels that tie everything up in a plot-y way. I always think that's not really true of life, particularly of people in power. Sarah Hall novel people thinking We should not forget that when we limp away afflicted through the spirit, it is not to the factory gates or to the corporate steps we pilgrimage. Instead we go to the sea for its salt. We find shade under the sycamores on the great avenues. Or we go to the rivers where water tells us modestly of its own sickness. Sarah Hall sea rivers water Those partial to drink were hiding faults and dishonesty. They were sloppy souls, even the ones with pleasant manners and fine noses. Sarah Hall faults soul noses At night, in the garden, it occurs to you that it might have been your heart that left you as you reached the capital. Your heart might not have travelled well, closed up in its cavity, quivering and gnawing at the bars of your ribcage during the commute. It might be tracking north now, along edgelands, past spoil-heaps and stands of pylons, under motorway passes, back to the higher ground. Back to him. Sarah Hall heart night past The man had added to his body in a way that was brave and timeless and beyond adornment. Sarah Hall body brave men All innocent mechanisms are muddied up with experience. Children become less and less translucent. Layers of guile and suspicion grow. It's the law of paternal disenchantments. Sarah Hall layers law children Of all the conditions we experience, solitude is perhaps the most misunderstood. Sarah Hall conditions misunderstood solitude You didn’t understand what he was saying, until he kissed you. It was a kiss of such complicity, of such uncomplicated sympathy, that you felt for the first time not alone in your suffering. Sarah Hall kissing suffering firsts You’ve been wondering lately when the moment is that somebody is truly lost to you. Sarah Hall moments wonder lost Swimming in the cold and the dark of British autumn is not for the faint-hearted. Sarah Hall autumn cold swimming dark You think back and you ask yourself why you became so interested in wolves. I think it was because when I was very small, growing up in a little hamlet near Shap, we would go to Lowther Wildlife Park for birthday parties. Now closed, it was only three miles from my parents' house. Sarah Hall yourself parents you birthday Short stories are often strong meat. Reading them, even listening to them, can be challenging, by which I do not mean hard work, simply that a certain amount of nerve and maturity is required. Sarah Hall maturity hard-work strong work For about two years, while researching 'The Wolf Border,' I was a complete wolf bore. I would regurgitate everything I was researching, whether people were interested or not. Sarah Hall wolf border everything people My favourite pool is located in a remote valley in the eastern Lake District, surrounded by vine-hung cliffs and slippery boulders. It has a torrential sheet waterfall at one end and is almost black in colour, so it appears bottomless, a portal to nowhere. Sarah Hall lake end pool black I like extreme situations: people pushed out of their comfort zones; the civil veneer stripped off. Sarah Hall out like comfort people I was brought up in the north of England, which is probably no rougher than anywhere else, but I remember as a child being kind of mesmerized by girls fighting on the playground. Sarah Hall being child fighting remember Writing, and its theatre of operation, is better than working shifts packing frozen sausages; that's all I need to think about if I'm having difficulties. Sarah Hall difficulties better think writing
