Every hour that passed added to her grief, because it bore her further away from the living man, and because it was a tiny foretaste of the eternity she would have to spend without him.

“The truth is always easier than a lie or an evasion - easier to deal with and e…”

“He turned the teacup the other way up. “But this way it looks more like an acor…”

“Books are like mirrors: if a fool looks in, you cannot expect a genius to look …”

“On and on they flew, over the countryside parceled out in patches of green and …”