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.

Oh, that feels good! I don't know who invented ties and then insisted a man was only properly dressed when he wore one, but if I ever meet him, I'll strangle him with his own invention

Love and hate are cruel, only liking is kind

I am writing a sequel to The Touch because I want to further explore the Chinese question that I have raised. There will be more about that in a sequel.

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

When we press the thorn to our chest we know, we understand, and still we do it.

Best of all she liked his eyes, such a translucent golden brown, and so laughing.