The only time you were safe was when you were dead.
If Bertie was a god (a favourite fantasy), she would be manufacturing things there was a shortage of - bees, tigers, dormice - not flip-flops and phone covers and toothpaste.
Ursula craved solitude but she hated loneliness
Harold?’ ‘Poor man, I suppose
Ah, I know, Bridget said. For sure, you have the sixth sense. Mrs. Glover, wrestling with the plum pudding, snorted her disapproval. She was of the opinion that five senses were too many, let alone ad...
It had probably been a long enough life. Yet suddenly it all seemed like an illusion, a dream that had happened to someone else. What an odd thing existence was.
What does it matter what people do? At the end of the day we're all dead.
Mum had a Charles-and-Diana wedding mug that had survived longer than the marriage itself. Mum had worshipped Princess Di and frequently lamented her passing. Gone, she would say, shaking her head in...
History is all about 'what ifs
Numinous," Ursula said, breaking the silence eventually. "There's a spark of the divine in the world -- not God, er'er done with God, but something. Is it love? Not silly romantic love, but something...
Of the debacle over Fox Corner when Sylvie died
What if some day or night a demon were to steal after you into your loneliest loneliness and say to you: This life as you now live it and have lived it, you will have to live once more and innumerable...
The eat part was easy. The praying and loving were harder.
In the endgame a pawn can change into a queen.
Leaving
The past is what you take with you.
Sequiturs. ‘That’s got nothing to do with it,’ Teddy
Louise was an urbanite, she preferred the gut-thrilling sound of an emergency siren slicing through the night to the noise of country birds at dawn. Pub brawls, rackety roadworks, mugged tourists, the...
Life is too precious to be unhappy.
Not