Why is everything an 'adventure' with you? Sylvie said irritably to Izzie.Because life is an adventure, of course.I would say it was more of an endurance race, Sylvie said. Or an obstacle course.
What’s life worth if you can’t have some fun?
What a good husband you are, Nancy said afterward, always taking your wife's side rather thn your mother's. It's the side of reason I am on, Teddy said, It just so happens that that's where you're alw...
We’re all primitives underneath, that’s why we had to invent God, to be the voice of our conscience, or we would be killing each other left, right and centre.
We’re all Bolsheviks now, Izzie said blithely. And at my table! Hugh said and laughed.
War did indeed make strange bedfellows of people.
Viola hadn’t seen Sunny for nearly ten years and in the interim he had turned into a complete human being. (Perhaps the two things aren’t unrelated, Bertie said.)
Ursula’s heart tripped and skipped and flipped at the sight of him. The very object of her affection! The reason she had taken the long way round was on the unlikely chance that she might engineer an...
Time is construct, in relativity every thing flows, no past or present, only the now.
This was their third bar since Piccadilly and they were both agreed that the two of them were very drunk but had the capacity to get a good deal drunker yet.
This was beauty too. Was there anything in nature that wasn't?
This is Martin Canning, Neil. He’s written a wonderful book. Fantastic, Neil Winters said, shaking Martin’s hand. His hand was damp and soft and made Martin think of something dead you might pick up o...
This Jackson bloke was the ruddy Scarlet Pimpernel, here, there and everywhere, always one step ahead of Barry. And everywhere he went, women were disappearing.
There was now and it was followed by another now. If you were lucky.
The purpose of Art,’ his mother, Sylvie, said – instructed even – ‘is to convey the truth of a thing, not to be the truth itself.
The plot thickens, he said, and wished he hadn’t said that because it sounded like something from a bad detective novel. I think we have a suspect. That didn’t sound much better. My house has just exp...
The mountain panorama was the backdrop to every photo taken here, the backdrop to everything. At first Ursula had thought it beautiful, now she was beginning to find its magnificence oppressive. The g...
The beginning is the word and the end is silence. And in between are all the stories.
Stella was one of Mr Bullock’s ‘chorus girls’ and confessed (readily) to being a ‘striptease artiste’ but Mr Armitage the opera singer said, We’re all artistes here, darling.What a bloody fairy that m...
Sometimes Jackson thought that the past wasn’t just another country, it was a lost continent somewhere at the bottom of an unknown ocean.