The reason she had taken the long way round was on the unlikely chance that she might engineer an accidental meeting with Benjamin Cole.
That was how you lost people, a little carelessness and they just slipped through your fingers.
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…
Sweet sixteen, Hugh said, kissing her affectionately. Happy birthday, little bear. Your future's all ahead of you. Ursula still harbored the feeling that some of her future was also behind her but she...
Sometimes it takes just one good man
She was tremendously fond of Ralph. Not hounded by love the way some women were. With Crighton she had been teased endlessly by the idea of it, but with Ralph it was more straightforward. Again not lo...
She was the deer. She was the arrow, She was the queen. She was the contradiction, She was the synthesis. Juliet ran.
She was born with the winter already in her bones.
She felt as if she had been on the outside of happiness her whole life.
People who live on their own do tend to witter. We live without restraint, verbal at any rate.’ Nigel
Pamela, even at a distance, was the voice of her conscience, but then it was very easy to have a conscience from a distance.
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...
One of the things Jackson liked about Julia was her independence, one of the things he didn’t like about Julia was her independence.
Needs must, and so on.
Much good may honour do them when they're dead
Mr. Carver hadn’t been such a bad sort really. He had been very keen on Esperanto, which had seemed an absurd eccentricity at the time but now Ursula thought it might be a good thing to have a univers...
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.