On the outside of the bedroom door there was a plaque that said . On the way up, Jackson noticed that other bedrooms also had names - .Jackson wondered how you decided on a name for a room. Or a doll....
Oh, man, ‘the nursery,’ Dominic said, what a hell-hole. If I had kids I’d give them the nicest room in the house.You do have kids, his kid said.Oh, yeah, well, right, you know what I mean.
Much good may honour do them when they're dead
Moments left, Teddy thought. A handful of heartbeats. That was what life was. A heartbeat followed by a heartbeat. A breath followed by a breath. One moment followed by another moment and then there w...
Maybe we're all the living dead, reconstituted from the dust of the dead.
Maybe this was why people filled their house with stinking cats, so they didn't notice that they were alone, so they wouldn't die without a living soul noticing.
Love of fate?’ ‘It means acceptance. Whatever happens to you, embrace it, the good and the bad equally. Death is just one more thing to be embraced, I suppose.
Louise remembered that odd fluttery feeling of having a freewheeling baby inside you, independent and dependent at the same time, an eternal maternal dialectic.
Long lazy days like these will never come again in your life. You think they will but they won't.' -Sylvie
Later, when she understood that it was the last time they would all be together, she wished she had paid more attention.
It’s the side of reason that I’m on, Teddy said. It just so happens that that’s where you’re always to be found and my mother rarely.
It was war itself that was evil, not men.
It was just as well the baby was strapped into his high chair, because every so often he would suddenly fling out his arms and legs and try to launch himself into the air like a suicidal starfish.
It was impossible to instruct on the subject of beauty, of course. It simply was. You were either moved by it or you weren’t.
Is this normal, I wonder? But then, what is normal?
If people believed in eternal damnation they might not be seizing the day quite so much.
I think we should begin with a little exercise to flex our writing muscles,’ Martha said, speaking very slowly as if she was on prescription drugs but I think it was just her way of trying to communic...
He loved his wife and daughter. It was perhaps a stalwart affection rather than a magnificent obsession, but nonetheless he didn't doubt that if called upon to do so he would sacrifice his own life in...
He didn’t make plans himself any more. There was now and it was followed by another now. If you were lucky.
Bridget wouldn’t let Trixie come to Mrs. Dodds’s house, she said she would never hear the end of it. She doesn’t believe in dogs, Bridget said. Dogs are hardly an article of faith, Sylvie said.