Peace is not happenstance. It is a living fire that must be fed constantly. It must be tended to with vigilance, else it dies out.

When you peeled back the skin, you were dealing with bone and muscle, blood and nerve endings. It was all the same. She liked the beautiful logic of the circulatory system, the elegance of the neurological, and the fierce warrior spirit of the heart. The body had rules and it had quirks.

In each of us lie good and bad, light and dark, art and pain, choice and regret, cruelty and sacrifice... No one can live in the light all the time.

What you want can be yours. But you must first know what it is you want.

What do you feel? I’ve never been asked this question once. None of us has. We aren’t supposed to feel. We’re British.

...dreams were dreams and reality was reality and she felt people were better off understanding the difference.

Theta crashed next to them on the thick zebra-skin rug. “I’m embalmed.” “Potted and splificated?” “Ossified to the gills. Time for night-night.