Lily was a Fabian, a society suffragette who risked nothing for her beliefs.
It was possible, she thought, that she had won the race to reach the end of civilization. There was no prize. Obviously.
It was extraordinary how far you could go in London and barely touch a pavement or cross a road.
It just went to show, you never knew what you were going to feel until you felt it.
It had been a while since Juliet had shared her bed with anyone. There had been a few, but she thought of them as mistakes rather than lovers,
In the prosperous household of Sylvie's childhood, Cook was called 'Cook' but Mrs Glover preferred 'Mrs Glover'. It made her irreplaceable. Sylvie still stubbornly referred to her as Cook.
In the end, it is my belief, words are the only things that can construct a world that makes sense.
In the end we all arrive at the same place. I hardly see that it matters how we get there. It seemed to Ursula that you got there was the whole point.
If he hadn’t been the father of her children, Viola might have admired Dominic for the way he was so easily able to absolve himself of all obligation simply by asserting his right to self-fulfilment.
I, of course, am considered mad, bad and dangerous to know.
I think there is something wrong with the human race. It undermines everything one would like to believe in, don't you think?
I suppose a better sister would have set about weaving him a shirt from nettles and throwing it over his furred-over body so that he could be released from his enchantment and resume his human form. I...
I heard someone say once that hindsight was a wonderful thing, that without it there would be no history.
I had an idea of him,’ Ursula said, ‘but the idea wasn’t him. Perhaps I wanted to fall in love.
Hindsight’s a wonderful thing, Klara said. If we all had it there would be no history to write about.
He had taken a few days' leave from his army training and they had taken refuge in the Charing Cross Hotel while an unexploded bomb in the Strand was being dealt with. They could hear the naval guns t...
Good news?’ Gloria queried. She wondered if Emily was pregnant again (was that good news?), so she was taken aback when Emily said, ‘I’ve found Jesus.’ ‘Oh,’ Gloria said. ‘Where was he?
First things were good, last things not so much so.
Fine,’ she said, using the universal Scottish word for every state of being from ‘I’m dying in anguish’ to ‘I’m experiencing euphoric joy.’ ‘Fine,’ she said. ‘I’m fine.
Fifty-five thousand, five hundred and seventy-three dead from Bomber Command. Seven million German dead, including the five hundred thousand killed by the Allied bombing campaign. The sixty million de...