This investigation felt difficult, like driving in fog.

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.

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.

The world he had left was not ready for his return, or rather, he was not ready to return to the world he had left.

More dragons incoming...

Spirituality on the other hand, is a chosen path of developing intimate relationships with God. It's chosen, it's nurtured, and it's optional.

I'm not the kind of guy that really thinks I'm a celebrity or feels that I'm important or anything like that.

I might wear a tux on Monday. Or a kimono!

I'm kinda wishy-washy about questions. If you ask me again tomorrow, I'm likely to give you completely different answers.

Pain is unjust, and all the arguments That cannot soothe it only rouse suspicion.

We may not know how to forgive, and we may not want to forgive; but the very fact we say we are willing to forgive begins the healing practice.

I write the lyrics based on what is going on in my life - I'm not going to write about the old hair metal stuff, like castles and stuff.

I think fantasy literature is the one true literature of hope and imagination.