He knew these last lines by heart and mouthed them now in the darkness. My reason for life. Not living, but life. That was the touch. And she was his reason for life, and why he must survive.

It was always the view of my parents...that hot weather encouraged loose morals among young people.

Above all, she wanted to look as though she had not given the matter a moment's thought, and that would take time.

Imagining what it is like to be someone other than yourself is at the core of our humanity. It is the essence of compassion, and it is the beginning of morality.

Looking after children is one of the ways of looking after yourself.

Oblivion seemed the only reasonable option.

Let the guilty bury the innocent, and let no one change the evidence