..the best is only bought at the cost of great pain...or so says the legend

What was sleep? A blessing, a respite from life, an echo of death, a demanding nuisance?

I escaped the torture of my childhood home by reading. To this day it is still one of my greatest pleasures.

The lovely thing about being forty is that you can appreciate twenty-five-year-old men more.

That's the purpose of old age... To give us a breathing space before we die, in which to see why we did what we did.

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.

It's a dead give away of an inexperienced writer if every character speaks with the same voice