There’s glory and honour in being chosen. But not much room for free will

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.

You can come back to friendship. You can let it drop, for five years or ten years, and come back to it.

But a part of me lies buried in lace and roses on a riverbank in France-a part of me is broken off forever. A part of me will be unflyable, stuck in the climb.

It is so hard trying to say what you mean.

Fight with realistic hope, not to destroy all the world's wrong, but to renew its good.

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.