“ There in the sweet sacking smell of the mail bags he understood that he was dying, and it pleased him that he was going in the company of so many soft words home. Chris Cleave
“ Then I’m tempted to die just to … spite him.”“That’s the spirit that will win us the war. Chris Cleave
“ Her mother set to with the hairbrush again. “But would that be so awful, darling? To be the prettiest thing in Brimscombe-and-Thrupp?”“I should rather die.”“You nearly did.”“Yes, but I tend to blame t… Chris Cleave
“ I suppose we ought to be getting home, in any case.”“Oh god, is it wartime already?”“Look on the bright side: it’ll be dinner when we get back. Chris Cleave
“ She knew, now, why her father had not spoken of the last war, nor Alistair of his. It was hardly fair on the living. Chris Cleave
“ Sorry. But it isn’t for us to change how things are. I’m just an administrator. You’re just a teacher.”“Oh, I hope I don’t teach. Because look what we did: we saved the zoo animals and the nice childr… Chris Cleave
“ But what good is it to teach a child to count, if you don't show him that he counts for something? Chris Cleave
“ In my world death will come chasing. In your world it will start whispering in your ear to destroy yourself. I know this because it started whispering to me when I was in the detention center. Chris Cleave
“ One could always imagine that one's life, though smoldering parts, might be undamaged in the west." "We also serve who live with grace." "If there had been more time, or less, it all would have been e… Chris Cleave
“ One could always imagine that one's life, though smoldering in parts, might be undamaged in the west. Chris Cleave
“ Life took longer to reassemble than it did to blow apart, but that didn't mean it wouldn't be lovely, providing that one remembered to go for country walks, and to tune the wireless to music. Chris Cleave
