All his words and actions would now be fit for his daughter’s ears and eyes. Life would be lived as if under [her] constant scrutiny. He would never do anything that might cause her pain or anxiety or embarrassment and there would be nothing, absolutely nothing in his life to be ashamed of anymore.

Whatever happens tomorrow, we had today; and I'll always remember it

But at the best of times she feels like a character in a Muriel Spark novel — independent, bookish, sharp-minded, secretly romantic.

You can live your whole life not realizing that what you're looking for is right in front of you.

Letters, like compilation tapes, were really vehicles for unexpressed emotions and she was clearly putting far too much time and energy into them.

...and once again Dexter is struck by how easy conversation can be when no-one is in their right mind

This is where it all begins. Everything starts here, today.