Every island to a child is a treasure island.

Murder is the unique crime, the only one for which we can never make reparation to the victim.

Childhood is the one prison from which there's no escape, the one sentence from which there's no appeal. We all serve our time.

Youth goes caparisoned in immortality.

The weekend break had begun with the usual resentment and had continued with half-repressed ill humour. It was, of course, his fault. He had been more ready to hurt his wife's feelings and deprive his daughter than inconvenience a pub bar full of strangers. He wished there could be one memory of his dead child which wasn't tainted with guilt and regret.

you'd like the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth. That must be the most futile oath anyone ever swears.

Metaphysical speculation is about as pointless as a discussion on the meaning of one's lungs. They're for breathing.