Quotes by : Naomi Wood

Martha thanks Sylvia, gesturing with the book. "Just remember not to try to hard with understanding it,....

But writers and their woes: they couldn't be parted. Not for anything.

Ernest chose to go, she finally thinks, watching the fire turn the papers black. He loved her but he....

Children, Hadley thinks to herself, children are more civilised than this gang on the sauce.

Talents too many, not enough of any.

No one ever tells you that: that there’s no method. Writing’s a lawless place.

The longer I don't write, the more I hurt.

She kissed him but he didn't seem to recognize it.

Oh no. I split my time between Paris and New York. They're the only places to really live.

Paris without a good book is like a pretty girl with only one eye.