Sequiturs. ‘That’s got nothing to do with it,’ Teddy
Viola felt as if she spent her life wading through a sea of ignorance, shallow but without a shore in sight.
They had triumphed over death this night. Sylvie wondered when death would seek his revenge.
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...
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.
How deceptive that could be. One could lose everything in the blink of an eye, the slip of a foot.
Home was an idea, and like Arcadia it was lost in the past. She
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...
Havisham.
Happiness, like life itself, was as fragile as a bird’s heartbeat, as fleeting as the bluebells in the wood, but while it lasted,
And who thought it was a good idea to rent bicycles to Italian adolescent language students? If hell did exist, which Jackson was sure it did, it would be governed by a committee of fifteen-year-old I...
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 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.
Now it would not be the geography of Empire that would make him, it would be the architecture of war.
Not
Just because something bad had happened to her doesn't mean it won't happen again.
I run to death, and death meets me as fast, And all my pleasures are like yesterday.