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 AtkinsonI feel as if Iโm waiting for something dreadful to happen, and then I realize it already has.
Kate Atkinson