And gradually his memory slipped a little, as memories do, even those with so much love attached to them; as if there is an unconscious healing process within the mind which mends up in spite of our desperate determination never to forget.

If you love people, they kill you. If you need people, they kill you. They do I tell you!

Twelve thousand miles of it, to the other side of the world. And whether they came home again or not, they would belong neither here, nor there, for they would have lived on two continents and sampled two different ways of life.

I want to know what they look like, their height, and colouring, physique and speech pattens.

It's no fun to be a bluestocking in a family of jockstraps.

duty, the most indecent of all obsessions, was only another name for love.

Belief doesn't rest on proof or existence...it rests on faith...without faith there is nothing.