Sequiturs. ‘That’s got nothing to do with it,’ Teddy
Quoting Elizabeth I. Do not tell secrets to those whose faith and silence you have not already tested.
Of the debacle over Fox Corner when Sylvie died
Dystopia, a reliably clean, well-lighted place.
There was just a beautiful, unearthly silence. He thought of the wood and the bluebells, the owl and the fox, a Hornby train trundling around his bedroom floor, the smell of a cake baking in the oven....
The world is a comedy to those that think; a tragedy to those that feel,
The future was coming nearer, one relentless goose step after the next. Juliet could still remember when Hitler had seemed like a harmless clown. No one was amused now. (The clowns are the dangerous o...
The aircraft found the ground before Teddy did and he watched as it exploded in a glittery starburst of light. He would live, he realized. There would be an afterward after all. He gave thanks to whic...
Powerful men needed their women to be unchallenging, the home should not be an arena for intellectual debate.
It was impossible to instruct on the subject of beauty, of course. It simply was.
If they would all sleep all the time she wouldn't mind being their mother.
I run to death, and death meets me as fast, And all my pleasures are like yesterday.
He was a baby once, she thought. New and perfect, cradled in his mother’s arms. The mysterious Sylvie. Now he was a feathery husk, ready to blow away. His eyes were half open, milky, like an old dog,...
He preferred solitary pursuits, and being a member of a group seemed rather dutiful, but he could do dutiful and somebody had to or the world would fall apart.
Havisham.
Get down,' Bunty says grimly. 'Mummy's thinking.' (Although what Mummy's actually doing is wondering what it would be like if her entire family was wiped out and she could start again.)
Dr. Kellet himself wore a three-piece Harris tweed suit strung with a large gold fob watch. He smelled of cloves and pipe tobacco and had a twinkly look about him as if he were going to toast muffins...
A man with an Irish accent could sound wise and poetic and interesting even when he wasn’t.
I think about death a lot, I really do, because I can't believe I won't exist. It's the ego isn't it? I feel that I should retreat into a better form of Zen Buddhism than this kind of ego-dominated th...
…she was just like everyone else, she wanted to love someone. Even better if they loved you in return.