Teddy wandered amongst the graves. Most of the people in them had died long before his time. Ursula was picking up conkers from the stand of magnificent horse chestnuts at the far end of the churchyar...
Teddy found himself thinking what a decent human being his father had been, the best of all the family really. The grief caught him unawares.
She seemed to have no inkling that life wasn't as orderly as her pencil case and that everything is chance and at any moment any number of remarkable things can happen that are totally beyond our cont...
She had never chosen death over life before and as she was leaving she knew something had cracked and broken and the order of things had changed. Then the dark obliterated all thoughts.
Sacrifice,’ he remembered Sylvie saying, is a word that makes people feel noble about slaughter. These
Perhaps sex was something you had to learn and then stick at until you were good at it, like hockey or the piano. But an initial lesson would be helpful.
Pamela produced placid babies. They don't tend to turn feral until they're two, she said.
O passado é aquilo que transportamos connosco
Marriage is based on a more enduring kind of love.
Life wasn't about becoming, was it? It was about being.
Is this normal, I wonder? But then, what is normal?
I'm always so glad, Sylvie murmured, that I don't have to take a turn at being other people.
I don't actually live here, Reggie said.Who does live here then?Ms. MacDonald, except that she doesn't because she's dead. Everyone's dead.I'm not, Jackson said. You're not.
Hindsight’s a wonderful thing,’ Klara said. ‘If we all had it there would be no history to write about.’ She
He wanted to be deafened by the thunder of her engines, he needed to be drained of every thought by the cold, the noise, the equal amounts of boredom and adrenalin. He had believed once that he would...
Don't you wonder sometimes,' Ursula said. 'If just one small thing had been changed, in the past, I mean. If Hitler had died at birth, or if someone had kidnapped him as a baby and brought him up in--...
Did God get out of bed one morning and draw back the curtains (Reggie's imaginary God led a very domesticated life) and think, 'A drowning in a hotel swimming pool, I fancy. We haven't had that one in...
But I know nothing; my future is a wide-open vista, leading to an unknown country - The Rest Of My Life.
Bridget wouldn’t let Trixie come to Mrs. Dodds’s house, she said she would never hear the end of it. She doesn’t believe in dogs, Bridget said. Dogs are hardly an article of faith, Sylvie said.
Art is anything created by one person and enjoyed by another.