Who the hell was this woman that he shared a bed with? A life with. Anger and raw pain surged through Harrison as he wondered if he really had married a stranger.

I’m supposed to believe it’s a coincidence that we’re both former spies that ended up together?

Knowledge perpetuates luck and luck perpetuates knowledge

...And every day in heaven will be more beautiful than the one before it Davy, " assured Anne.

we should live like we smoke— inhale the present and exhale the past.

I don’t know, ” he said. “I just feel like I have to do something.”“Do what?”“I don’t know. That’s what’s wrong. Or part of what’s wrong. I feel like I’m sleepwalking.

Curiosity might be pictured as being made up of chains of small questions extending outwards, sometimes over huge distances, from a central hub composed of a few blunt, large questions.

The English can be a very critical, unforgiving people, but criticism can be good. And this is a country that loves comedy.

Ray Cummins is my good friend and one of the best finger pickers around.

I never knew a man go for an honest day's walk for whatever distance, great or small, and not have his reward in the repossession of his soul.

God show me the way because the Devil trying to break me down

When you go on vacation with people, you learn a lot about them.