Grace isn’t a little prayer you chant before receiving a meal. It’s a way to live.
Maisie bit her lip. She had learned that sometimes it was best to let words die of their own accord, rather than fight them.
… truth has a certain buoyancy – it makes its way to the surface, in time.
The feeling inside that she experienced when she saw the books was akin to the hunger she felt as food was put on the table at the end of the working day. And she knew that she needed this sustenance as surely as her body needed its fuel.
Though there had yet to be a victor in this great war that had begun almost three years ago, Maurice had written to her that they had, all of them, on all sides, lost their freedom. Freedom to think hopefully of the future.
Perhaps we shouldn’t try to answer the questions now – let’s just note them down. Maurice always said the power in a question is not in the answer, it’s in the way the imagination gets busy when the question is at work.
[Maisie]:…going out for luncheon with a gentleman is definitely not the same as going out to dine in the evening. [Billy]: You get more grub at dinner, for a start –
Their love was thus seeded in the rich soil of mutual understanding.
Fancy ‘avin’ to say you work for the Murder Squad, eh, Miss? Don’t exactly warm folk to you, does it?
My first ever job after college was as a flight attendant. I wanted to travel and could not afford it, so I decided to get myself a job where I could travel. I did it for two years and had great fun.