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

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.

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?

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.

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.

The Truth only offends those who live outside it.

I want to make you hold onto that bag while I bury myself in you so hard and so deep you don't know your own name. -Nick Rixey

Truth could never be wholly contained in words.

Champions are built on a thousand invisible mornings.

To be outspoken is easy when you do not wait to speak the complete truth.

When I think about the songs I might record, I ask myself, 'Can I picture anybody I know back home sitting in their truck cranking this up?'

When I was in elementary school, the coach of our school (soccer) team personally unearthed my talents.

Doors lead to things and I've never met one I haven't wanted to open.

If you can keep learning, you can still do your thing, and keep singing or whatever, and still do innovative things.

We write a subscript to our mortality. We make our lives tiny diamonds in the cosmic sands.