Kiss me, Hardy!’ Weren’t those Nelson’s last words at the Battle of Trafalgar? Don’t cry. We’re still alive and we make a sensational team.

Oh Julie, wouldn’t I know if you were dead? Wouldn’t I feel it happening, like a jolt of electricity to my heart?

I sometimes think young people are not given nearly enough credit for their ability to appreciate literary flourish.

Southampton's barrage balloons floated gleaming in the moonlight like the ghosts of elephants and hippos.

She whispered, 'C'etait la Verite?' Was that Verity? Or perhaps she just meant, Was that the truth? Was it true? Did any of it really happen? Were the last three hours real? 'Yes,' I whispered back. 'Oui. C'etait la verite.

You can't just sit in a corner weeping or you'll die.

Hope is treacherous, but how can you live without it?