Marlee was fourteen. A dangerous age, although, let’s face it, Jackson thought, every age was a dangerous age for a woman.
How quickly life could dissolve into its more ugly elements.
After Marlee was born they rented videos and fell asleep in front of them. Now, like so much else in Jackson's world, videos were obsolete.
The gods were on the point of giving up when Brahma said, 'I know where we will hide man's divinity, we will hide it inside him. he will search the whole world but never look inside and find what is a...
The college was run by a man called Mr. Carver whose lifelong passions were Esperanto and Pitman’s shorthand, the latter more useful than the former.
No one was amused now. (‘The clowns are the dangerous ones,’ Perry said.)
History is all about 'what ifs
Her true hope was that something would happen in the course of her time abroad that would mean she need never take the place. What that 'something' was she had no idea.
A lone fisherman up early looking for sea trout found the first body.
He had made a vow, a private promise to the world in the long dark watches of the night, that if he did survive then in the great afterward he would always try to be kind, to live a good, quiet life....
Why was it that the females of the species were always the ones left to tidy up, she wondered? I expect Jesus came out of the tomb...and said to his mother, Can you tidy it up a bit back there?
Viola felt as if she spent her life wading through a sea of ignorance, shallow but without a shore in sight.
The eat part was easy. The praying and loving were harder.
Now it would not be the geography of Empire that would make him, it would be the architecture of war.
No one ever warned you about how ferocious mother love could be, let’s face it, no one warned you about anything.
It was the kind of love (lust, to be honest about it) that survivors of disasters must practise – or people who are anticipating disaster – free of all restraint, savage at times and yet strangely ten...
Home... wasn't Egerton Gardens, wasn't even Fox Corner. Home was an idea, and like Arcadia it was lost in the past.
He smelled of cloves and pipe tobacco and had a twinkly look about him as if he were going to toast muffins or read a particularly good story to her, but instead he beamed at Ursula and said, So, I he...
She had married him in order to be safe from the chaos. He had married her, she now understood, for the same reason. They were the last two people on earth who could make anyone safe from anything.
Men had no purpose on earth whereas women were gods walking unrecognized among them.