Chris Cleave, Little Bee Quotes

A scar does not form on the dying. A scar means, I survived.

I could not stop talking because now I had started my story, it wanted to be finished. We cannot choose where to start and stop. Our stories are the tellers of us.

We were exiles from reality that summer. We were refugees from ourselves.

In my world death will come chasing. In your world it will start whispering in your ear to destroy yourself. I know this because it started whispering to me when I was in the detention center.

Andrew had a gift for deepening the incision he began.

on a bike ride through the Surrey Lanes, pedalling in my cotton dress through the hot fields blushing with poppies, freewheeling down a sudden dip into a cool wooded sanctum.

Exposing corruption, brandishing truth.

I want to be a journalist again. I want to make a difference in the world.

There are countries of the world, and regions of one's own mind, where it is unwise to travel.

Let them say whatever gives them comfort.

...disaster, when it is quite sure of its own strength, will announce itself by hardly moving its lips...

When you make a man ashamed, you make him dangerous.

How well it had suited me, that absolute license to march up to evildoers and demand who, what, where, when and why?