When you chopped logs with the ax and they split open they smelled beautiful, like Christmas. But when you split someone's head open it smelled like abattoir and quite overpowered the scent of the wil...
When everything else has gone, love still remains, Dr. Hunter said. Totally, Reggie said. But what good did it do you? None at all.
Viola could start again—there are no second chances, life’s not a rehearsal, blah, blah, blah—yes, but if she could, if she could retake the journey that wasn’t really a journey, what would she do? Sh...
Ursula missed the sound of church bells. There were so many simple things she had taken for granted before the war. She wished that she could go back and appreciate them properly.
Untouched by morning and untouched by noon, sleep the meek members of the Resurrection, rafter of satin and roof of stone.’ Emily Dickinson.
They were lucky. They'd been given history.
They all chose Indian names for themselves. Teddy was Little Fox (Naturally, Ursula said). Nancy was Little Wolf (Honiahaka in Cheyenne, Mrs. Shawcross said. She had a book she referred to). Mrs. Shaw...
The blame generally has to fall somewhere, Miss Armstrong. Women and the Jews tend to be first in line, unfortunately.
Sylvie’s knowledge, like Izzie's, was random yet far-ranging, ‘The sign that one has acquired one’s learning from reading novels rather than an education…
Sometimes,' Sylvie said, 'one can mistake gratitude for love.
Sometimes I would like to cry. I close my eyes. Why weren't we designed so that we can close our ears as well? (Perhaps because we would never open them.) Is there some way that I could accelerate my...
She... applied makeup, enough to have made an effort, not enough to be blatantly a woman...
She was wearing an aggressive three-piece outfit that was probably very expensive but had the kind of pattern you would get if you cut up the flags of several obscure countries and then gave them to a...
She was twenty-eight but already jaded. Twenty-eight seemed a particularly unsatisfactory age. She was no longer young and yet no one ever seemed to take her seriously as an adult. People still told h...
She was real and she was dead. And she was out there somewhere.
She had taken the wrong path, opened the wrong door, and was unable to find her way back. Suddenly,
She had one of those husky voices that sounded as if she were permanently coming down with a cold. Men seemed to find that sexy in a woman, which Jackson thought was odd because it made women sound le...
Seven million German dead, including the five hundred thousand killed by the Allied bombing campaign. The sixty million dead overall of the Second World War, including eleven million murdered in the H...
People who live on their own do tend to witter. We live without restraint, verbal at any rate.’ Nigel
Or was it, as everyone told her, and as she must believe, all in her head? And so what if it was - wasn't everything in her head real too? What if there was no demonstrable reality? What if there was...