Penelope Wilcock Quotes

Silence is full of speech.

the trouble was he had nothing to say, but he loved saying it.

Down the avenue of trees I can see a spot of sunlight. I'm trying so hard to get there.

Sometimes thoughts merely pass through a man's head without mishap, but sometimes they fall out of his mouth on the way through.

The great cause of fiction is to weave a bag to carry truth.

There is no healing without hope. Despair is life's direst enemy. Despair is living death.