Teaching is so demanding, and you get so little support. That pinch will have done Olive no harm - probably a lot of good.''Do you really think so?''Yes,' said Matthew. But then he went on, rather sad...
Some of my friends who play rugby talk about Murrayfield Stadium as sacred turf.
Some knowledge is a fish, she muttered. Some is a serpent.
Society may be post-Christian, but could hardly ignore its Judeo-Christian past; we did not, after all, come from nowhere.
She had a great respect for books herself, and she wished that she had read more. One could never read enough. Never.
One did not walk around the town with one’s birth certificate stuck on one’s back; why then should clothes have their labels on the outside? It was a very vulgar display, she felt,
Nobody is so bad that there is no chance of change.
Moisturiser and a good cry: two things for modern men to think about.
Loving others, she thought, is the good thing we do in our lives.
I am glad you are pleased, said Mma Ramotswe. You have broken the glass ceiling that stops secretaries from reaching their full potential.Mma Makutsi looked up, as if to search for the ceiling that sh...
He evidently did not care that they were in full view of a cluster of dog-owners walking their dogs. He stopped and took her in his arms, kissing her passionately and urgently.
Had he sailed too close to the wind? No, in his case another meteorological metaphor was appropriate perhaps: he had reaped whirlwinds—or at least what he had sown. She looked at her watch.
Bill and Ed did not look as bad as the other two, but they both had six or seven large gold rings in each ear, and this made them rattle when they walked.
Anger, Obed Ramotswe had explained to her once, is no more than a salt that we rub into our wounds.
And then the second thing you have to do is go and see your son. That is a duty of love, Andrew. It's as simple as that. A duty of love. Do you understand what I'm saying to you?
And she lowered her eyes at the gentle reproach, for she had learned her lesson, even if there would be occasional, but only very occasional, relapses; for none of us is perfect, except, of course, th...
And she began to weep, dropping her head onto her forearms and rocking backwards and forwards in that curious motion that is perhaps a subconscious attempt to mimic the movement that brings comfort to...
A wedding was a strange ceremony, she thought, with all those formal words, those solemn vows made by one to another; whereas the real question that should be put to the two people involved was a very...
A photograph may speak to the photographer's envy or disappointment just as much as it may reveal his anger or disapproval. And even if a photograph records a joyous occasion, behind it there may stil...
A flaky skin was particularly bad if you were a criminal, she had read, as it meant that you left a great deal of DNA at the scene of the crime. That had amused her. That would teach any flaky-skinned...