When you chopped logs with the ax and they split open they smelled beautiful, like Christmas. But when you split someone's head open it smelled like abattoir and quite overpowered the scent of the wild lilacs you'd cut and brought into the house only this morning, which was already another life.
Kate AtkinsonYou must never believe everything they say about a person. Generally speaking, most of it will be lies, half-truths at best.
Kate AtkinsonMost people muddled through events and only in retrospect realized their significance.
Kate AtkinsonNot being published would be great. When I say that to other writers they look at me as if I'm totally insane.
Kate Atkinson