Acceptance, she thinks, is the harshest lesson life teaches and the one most important to learn.

— Rose Tremain

And it is silence that she hears, the silence of lost years that have no voice left in them.

— Rose Tremain

Hope is a strange commodity. It is an opiate. We swear we have relinquished it and, lo, here comes a day when, all unannounced, our enslavement to it returns.

— Rose Tremain

In the planning stage of a book, don't plan the ending. It has to be earned by all that will go before it.

— Rose Tremain

Life is not a dress rehearsal.

— Rose Tremain

There's the trick: to find the way - whether forwards or back - to what we long to be.

— Rose Tremain

Wasting time changes the nature of time. And the heart is stilled.

— Rose Tremain