No book could ever be left in the condition you found it in because it was changed every time it was read by someone.
But one cannot look backward, only forward. What has passed has passed forever.
The doors of perception are hanging crazily off their hinges these days.
Although anyone with half a brain must surely be mired in existential gloom all the time)
What was that from? ? But perhaps, truth was asleep until the end of reckoning. There was going to be an awful lot of reckoning when the time came.
He said that when the baby was born, if it was a boy, I was to call it Edward.Edward? Teddy repeated blankly.After you.And for the first time in the whole of the war Teddy broke.
Feeling that always came with the rain and the dark. She’d just
They’re definitely going to declare war tomorrow. In the morning. It’s probably timed so that the nation can get down on its collective knees in church and pray for deliverance.’ ‘Oh, yes, war is alwa...
They had been awestruck not only at the sight of the Alps by moonlight but by the depthless inky-black skies, pricked with thousands upon thousands of stars—bright seed broadcast by some generous god,...
The room stank of boys. Louise imagined a girl’s room would smell of nail varnish, pencils, cheap candy sweets. Archie’s room was essence of testosterone and feet.
Sacrifice, by its nature, was predicated on giving, not receiving. ‘Sacrifice,’ he remembered
Oh, God. What was happening to her, she was turning into a normal person.
I like this dog, he said, rubbing the dog’s head. He’s a very straightforward kind of dog.
I know, Ursula said, it’s like the Emperor’s new clothes.
I feel as if I’m waiting for something dreadful to happen, and then I realize it already has.
I don't think I'd mind working on a cheese counter. It would leave my mind free to do whatever it wanted - which is nothing in particular, it's true, but I like being alone in my head, I'm used to it.
Fox Corner - that's what we should call the house. No one else has a house with that name and shouldn't that be the point?''Really?' Hugh said doubtfully. 'It's a little whimsical, isn't it? It sounds...
Duke was a burly, barrel-shaped Rottweiler made up of muscle and solid fat and built like a wrestler, a dog that looked like it was permanently on the verge of dying of boredom. He shook his weighty h...
Do not tell secrets to those whose faith and silence you have not already tested. Eva
Being flippant was harder work than being earnest