Women seemed to him to be in possession of all kinds of undesirable properties, chiefly madness.
Why make it easy when you could make it as difficult for yourself as possible? She was a woman, so, technically speaking, she could do anything.
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 could buy a sewing machine and share it, Charlene said. We could buy cloth and spools of thread and paper patterns and spend pleasant winter evenings dressmaking together. Perhaps by the soft light...
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...
Ursula found it very odd to think that up above them there were German bombers being flown by men who, essentially, were just like Teddy. They weren’t evil, they were just doing what had been asked of...
Tracy thought she must be missing something, it felt like the same world as ever to her. The rich getting richer, the poor getting poorer, kids everywhere falling through the cracks. The Victorians wo...
Time was a thief, he stole your life away from you and the only way you could get it back was to outwit him and snatch it right back.
Time is construct, in relativity every thing flows, no past or present, only the now.
This was beauty too. Was there anything in nature that wasn't?
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.
Sometimes Jackson thought that the past wasn’t just another country, it was a lost continent somewhere at the bottom of an unknown ocean.
Sister Michael turned and looked at him, and, despite her plump, jolly face, she had nuns’ eyes, and nuns’ eyes, Jackson knew, could see right inside your head, so he nodded respectfully at the statue...
She'd had a glimpse of a possible future-the pretty cottage, the garden full of flowers and vegetables, bread in the oven, a bowl of strawberries on the table, the happy baby hitched on her hip while...
She supposed she was a little cog in the big wheel of Empire. Nothing wrong with being a cog, Maurice said, himself now a big wheel in the Home Office. The world needs cogs.
She had taken an almost instant dislike to him over a dinner at Nopi which, when the bill arrived, he had been more than happy to go Dutch on, thereby failing one of her first requirements of a suitor...
She had never been without a book for as long as she could remember. An only child never is.