From here he could see the farmer's daughter in the yard, feeding the geese. Wasn't there a nursery rhyme in there somewhere? No, he was thinking of the farmer's wife, wasn't he?--cutting off tails wi...
Aphorisms. Not
O passado é aquilo que transportamos connosco
Home... wasn't Egerton Gardens, wasn't even Fox Corner. Home was an idea, and like Arcadia it was lost in the past.
The hospital. He was the youthful partner of an older doctor
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?
They were lucky. They'd been given history.
Sometimes it takes just one good man
Secrets had the power to kill a marriage
Nostalgia is predicated on something that never existed.
I am a jewel. I am a drop of blood. I am Ruby Lennox!
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.
Everything changes and nothing remains still. PLATO, Cratylus
Could you be an old maid if you had worn the scarlet letter?
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.
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....
Let’s face it, no one warned you about anything.
War did indeed make strange bedfellows of people.
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.
She was real and she was dead. And she was out there somewhere.