Become such as you are, having learned what that is.
All those unclaimed arms and legs lost in the fields of Flanders – Ursula imagined them pushing roots down into the mud and shoots up to the sky and growing once again into men. An army of men marchin...
‘Why did you have children?’ Bertie asked, later in their lives. ‘Was it just the biological imperative to breed?’ ‘That’s why everyone has children,’ Viola said. ‘They just dress it up as something m...
When I'm writing, my neural pathways get blocked. I can't read. I can barely hold a conversation without forgetting words and names. I wish I could wear the same clothes and eat the same food each day...
The cult of the individual is killing us. I think Twitter signals the death of western civilisation, but people have been saying that since Demosthenes.
Disengaging from the rat race Jackson
You must never believe everything they say about a person. Generally speaking, most of it will be lies, half-truths at best.
Yes, Mrs. Todd, a bonny, bouncing baby girl. Sylvie thought
Winter dark, five o'clock in the morning by the little gold carriage clock on the bedroom mantelpiece. The clock, an English one ('Better than a French one', her mother had instructed), had been one o...
When everything else has gone, love still remains, Dr. Hunter said. Totally, Reggie said. But what good did it do you? None at all.
Whatever happens to you, embrace it, the good and the bad equally.
Vinny rarely leaves the house so when she does it's an occasion of some importance to her. She spends a lot of time looking forward to a glimpse of the outside world and then, when she returns, even m...
Ursula missed the sound of church bells. There were so many simple things she had taken for granted before the war. She wished that she could go back and appreciate them properly.
They all chose Indian names for themselves. Teddy was Little Fox (Naturally, Ursula said). Nancy was Little Wolf (Honiahaka in Cheyenne, Mrs. Shawcross said. She had a book she referred to). Mrs. Shaw...
There was always a second before the siren started when she was aware of a sound as yet unheard. It was like an echo, or rather the opposite of an echo. An echo came afterwards, but was there a word f...
The sour aura of dissatisfaction that seeped through the walls, along with the even less appetizing smell of boiled cabbage, was really quite depressing. Ursula wanted her refugees to be soulful and r...
The man who was speaking had a degree in jargon and a doctorate in nonsense.
The last thing she wanted was people looking for her. No, that wasn't true--the last thing she wanted was people finding her.
The blame generally has to fall somewhere, Miss Armstrong. Women and the Jews tend to be first in line, unfortunately.
The Germans were victims of the Nazis too, but one can’t say that too loudly, of course.