I have a feeling you're right, Sherwin.' 'Simon. My name is Simon.

That the wall is coming down.

It was like I saw your soul in the notes of the music. And it was beautiful.

Do you miss Wales?” Tessa inquired. Will shrugged lightly. “What’s to miss? Sheep and singing,” he said. “And the ridiculous language. Fe hoffwn i fod mor feddw, fyddai ddim yn cofio fy enw.” “What does that mean?” “It means ‘I wish to get so drunk I no longer remember my own name,’ Quite useful.

Appearances are significant, and never more than in politics. You can always sway the crowd, provided you have a good story.

I know I told you once that whether God exists or not, we're on our own. But when I'm with you, I'm not.

Tess?” A soft voice at the door; she looked up and saw Will there, silhouetted in the light from the corridor.