Didn’t young people care what the generation before them had achieved? And if not, why had everyone gone through those grim difficult wartime years?

Jack had been the love of her life and he was gone. It seemed now that there had never been bad times, though she knew that wasn’t true.

Vesta was so good with paperwork – you could hand her a file of drab, seemingly dull information and she’d construct a story from it worthy of a novel.

It was nearly ten years since the peace though her memories of the war still felt fresh.

Covert operations relied on the unguarded slip, the unconscious choosing of one word over another.

The good thing about the aristocracy – German or English – was that they were easily traced, Mirabelle thought.

This investigation felt difficult, like driving in fog.

Mirabelle was always an enigma, and he had the sense that if he pushed her, she’d bolt.

Food in wartime Britain, she had to admit, was hardly inspiring.

A chap’s impending death has a way of focusing the mind.

Parisians were not easy to engage in conversation. Perhaps that was why the Resistance had been so successful.

Love is the only flower that blooms and blossoms without the aid of seasons.

Have you ever seen a pedant with a warm heart?

No two wars are identical.

My philosophy has always been, you don't put your name in front of a movie.

Those things that are in the light we behold from darkness.

We must be the world we want to create.

I do not believe in the beauty of falling.

Friends are flowers in life's garden.

Wanting to reform the world without discovering one's true self is like trying to cover the world with leather to avoid the pain of walking on stones and thorns. It is much simpler to wear shoes.

When you touch and change peoples lives with a song, that's when you've made it as an artist