She loved him because he had brought her back to life. She had been like a caterpillar in a cocoon, and he had drawn her out and shown her that she was a butterfly.
Ken FollettTo someone standing in the nave, looking down the length of the church toward the east, the round window would seem like a huge sun exploding into innumerable shards of gorgeous color.
Ken FollettWeโre all good when it suits us, he used to say: that doesnโt count. Itโs when you want so badly to do something wrongโwhen youโre about to make a fortune from a dishonest deal, or kiss the lovely lips of your neighborโs wife, or tell a lie to get yourself out of terrible troubleโthatโs when you need the rules. Your integrity is like a sword, he would say: you shouldnโt wave it until youโre about to put it to the test.
Ken Follett