All this, grassy paddock, cows, trees - he had thought it was Nature. But now he could see that that was ignorance, or lack of imagination. It was not Nature. It was actually property.
Kate GrenvilleTags: nature-country-property
It was a long time since whe's been young and it was unlikely that she'd ever been lovely. She stood like a man, square-on. Her breasts pushed out the old tee-shirt, but it was clear from the way she stood that she'd forgotten about breasts being sexy. Her breasts made bulges in her shirt, the same way her knees made bulges in her black track pants, that was all.
Kate GrenvilleWhat an astonishing thing, that her praise filled his heart.
Kate GrenvilleEverything in his life had come down to the sensation of her fingers against his. The person he was, the history he carried within himself, every joy and grief he had ever experienced, slipped way like an irrelevant garment. He was nothing but skin, speaking to another skin, and between the skins there was no need to find any words.
Kate GrenvilleAnyone can be lovely, but you are rare.
Kate Grenvilleit crossed Farren's mind that although death seemed big, life was even bigger
Kate GrenvilleTags: inspirational perception
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