In Teddy’s experience people who claimed to be one thing were generally the opposite,
I'm not myself, she said and then laughed maniacally, but God knows who I am.
I need to talk to you. People always say that, Hartley said grimly, but usually what they need is not to talk.
I have been to the world's end and back and now I know what I would put in my bottom drawer. I would put my sisters.
How calm the house was. How deceptive that could be. One could lose everything in the blink of an eye, the slip of a foot. One must avoid dark thoughts at all costs, she said to Ursula.
He wondered what a visitor from the past would make of it. It used to be the poor who were thin and the rich who were fat, now it seemed to be the other way round.
He was part of the infinite. The tree and the rock and the water. The rising of the sun and the running of the deer.
From the open French windows Sylvie watched Maurice erecting a makeshift tennis net, which mostly seemed to involve whacking everything in sight with a mallet. Small boys were a mystery to Sylvie. The...
Do not equate nationalism with patriotism... Nationalism is the first step on the road to Fascism.
Daddy said he would rather we were alive and cowards than dead and heroes.
Barrage balloons dotted the sky like blind whales bobbing around in the wrong element.
As I watch, the sky fills with clouds of snow feathers from every kind of bird there ever was and even some that only exist in the imagination, like the bluebirds that fly over the rainbow.
And then suddenly she was on her feet, her heart knocking in her chest, a sudden familiar but long-forgotten terror triggered- but by what?
And the English soul, if it resided anywhere, was surely in some unheroic back garden—a patch of lawn, a bed of roses, a row of runner beans.
And she could be depressed if she wanted to be, she could sit and watch Dogs with Jobs on the National Geographic Channel and eat her way through a packet of chocolate bourbon biscuits if she felt lik...
Amelia looked at the eggs-like sickly, jaundiced eyes-and thought of her own eggs, a handful left, old shrivelled like musty dried fruit where once they must have been bursting toward the light
All that is necessary for the forces of evil to win is for enough good women to do nothing.
A woman should be a comfort and a relief, a restful pillow for the weary head.
A simple acceptance of what comes to us, regarding it as neither bad nor good. as he would have it, Dr Kellet continued ... It means become who you are, he said.
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 was a last moment. Life was a...