Quotes by Julia Green

There is always that choice, the light or the dark

But you still need the two: the dark and the light. You cant see one without the other.

What i realise now is that the story actually did have a happy ending: the children came back. In spite of everything the adults did to them, the children found their own way home, their pockets full of precious stones and pearls that gleamed and shone in the light.

Thats what memory is like: layers, one overlapping another, and compacting down the way old leaves slowly crumble and turn to a rich peaty soil, nourishing the new things that will grow. Its why its important, remembering things. Its why it matters, when the memories arent there, and no one fills in the gaps for you.

Change & transformation. That kind of magic.

There are lots of different ways grown-ups disappear. Its lonely being the one left behind.

Memories come back, pressing in on you, like ghost faces in the darkness pushing up the glass, trying to get into the lit room.

I dont believe in the white spectre-type of ghosts you get in stories, but what if ghosts are something else? Like memories somehow caught and trapped in time, released by being in certain places where things first happened.

Theres this rushing sound, like white noise.The sound of nothing.

Some things get lost others return. That is how it is: the way of things.

Youre not really in control, not with this falling-for-people stuff. You dont plan who youre going to fall in love with. Its all random - chance accidents of time and place.