He's a man, she thought, and the very word gave her s frisson, a lurch inside.

“Look how beautiful the green lawns of the park are in the misty evening light, …”

“No one ever wins a war, and wars are never over.”

“... what he could or couldn’t say to them. Everything he had to say: I love you…”

“Other people", Rose thought. "Other people and their bloody love.”