Quotes from Sylvia Brownrigg

This was, of course, the tenth or hundredth beauty of loving someone new: you were introduced to books you had not read before

It could not always be love in the afternoon and passion in the night, gifts given, notes written, meals fed to each other. It can't all be like that.

This was another item about growing up: you encountered all the cliches of love and loss and heartbreak.

No wonder you want to be a writer. How can you not, with all that behind you? You practically are a novel already.