There’s a narrow line between love and hate sometimes, you know. And it can be crossed unwittingly.
I decided to become a policeman to speak for the dead. They have no one else, you see. Somewhere there’s always proof of what happened, some piece of evidence that will obtain a conviction. It’s impor...
Gallantry, he often told his men, is an act of great courage under fire, of bravery beyond the call of duty. But if it kills your comrades as well or puts the battle in jeopardy, then it is arrant pri...
Or mop up vomit and other bodily fluids from
Mother’s eyes widen
A rough sort of child with a bullying nature and a particularly unclear concept of personal property.
When you watch the living force go out of a man’s face as you fire your weapon into his unprotected body, it is very personal,
When self-doubt awakens, it feeds on itself. . . .
We left the flat together. I expected– dreaded– Mrs. Hennessy popping out her door and asking who my young man was. An escaped murderer, Mrs. Hennessy; my father will be horrified. But she didn’t come...
Tell me something. Why is everyone so determined to believe Wilton is innocent?Surprised, Davies said, He's a war hero isn't he? Admired by the King and a friend of the Prince of Wales. He's visited S...
It isn’t actually a question of guilt or innocence, is it? It’s a matter of what the jury believes, once we’ve told them what evidence there is on either side. Given the proper evidence, we could prob...
I lost my own daughter and I’ll never have another. The hurt doesn’t go away, no matter what you tell yourself. It’s there day and night. I’d have killed any man who touched her. Why should I stand fo...
For a moment the man from London and the woman in mourning considered each other in silence, each gauging temperament from the slender evidence of appearance.
You can’t save the world from itself. If people are intent on destroying themselves, they will. And sometimes they don’t care if they bring others down with them. That’s selfish but it’s human nature.
Time? Learning to forgive? To forgive yourself most of all? I can't cure you. But you may be able to cure yourself . . .
There’s a beauty in birds on the wing,That stirs the heart and makes earthbound creaturesLong for flight, but the larks above the battlefieldAre silenced by the sounds of war.I have watched birds out...
There have always been two standards, Rutledge answered. People called Fiona a whore, but there’s no name for a man who has an illegitimate child.
Now he realized that somehow those who had served in France and elsewhere knew a world that couldn’t be shared. How could he tell his sister—or even his father, if the elder Rutledge was still alive—w...
He ran out of possibilities. Still, Blevins could perhaps help him there. Or Mrs. Wainer. On the other hand— Hamish said it for him. I wouldna’ be in haste to show it. Getting to his feet, Rutledge fo...
Courage is not measured byMarching bands and banners in the wind.If you have not walkedThe bloody lines and seen the faces,You have no right to describe it so.We die here to keep you safe at home,And...