“She had an English boyfriend who called her more often than she needed to hear from him, a savings account, a mobile phone, an Oyster Card, and a place to live that made her feel as if she was in a movie. She was a London girl.”
“Like so many plain cups on the shelves. You can reach for them, use them without thinking. Most of them don't matter. Sometimes you lose your grip on one of them and it falls and smashes to piece, and you shrug and say to yourself, what a pity. Then you reach for the cup that you use every day, one that you love and use so often that as you stretch out your hand it is already making the shape that fits its curve. You are certain that yesterday it was in its proper place, but now there is nothing. Just air. You have lost something that was so familiar, so much a part of your life that you were not even looking for it. Just expecting it to be there, as always.”
“They had lived and known glory, and then they were ddead. She was alive and they were not, and nothing but a heartbeat separated her from them”
“I am not afraid of death, which after all can't be far away. What does frighten me, though, is the halfway stage.”
“Some things I can never forget. I must not. Otherwise what do I have left?”
“I will continue my path, but I will keep a memory always.”