Extracts

‘How did you find me?’ the woman asked.

Mornings like this morning were Iris’s favourite kind.

By chance, I witnessed the arrival of the three American women.

I feel safe here.

A well-known scientist (some say it was Bertrand Russell) once gave a public lecture on astronomy.

Miriam gave things to Mokhtar.

My mother and I drove east across the flatlands, along the vast floor of an ancient sea.

Antaeus was a giant, or rather a semi-giant of sorts, the literal son of Mother Earth, Gaea, and Poseidon, the god of the sea.

I’m aware of him looking at me.

I often think to myself that so many different films could share a single title:

The man hadn’t shown himself for months, but only one person owned that helmet and the red Indian Chief motorbike.

When I hit the bitumen and get that smooth grey rumble going under me everything’s hell different.

Just after 4 a.m. under a starless sky, a man in a well-worn tweed coat and black knit cap crossed Broadway onto Front Street

No-one is who they say they are.

I’m standing on the red railway car that sits abandoned next to the barn.

Given our history, Vita, I’m aware you may decide not to read this.

From the ages of four to six, I thought I was a dog.

It was a dark and stormy night.

Viktor is sick. It means this morning I have to do the feeding out.

Evan’s scuffed knuckles, a fetching post-fight shade of eggplant, ledged the steering wheel.

Trauma psychotherapist and Holocaust survivor Edith Eger makes peace with the past as she returns to Auschwitz

Let’s start with a question, which might be the oldest question of all: Why do certain groups add up to be greater than the sum of their parts, while others add up to be less?

The trees were loaded with fruit, and the peaches were colouring up well.

Would you rather love the more, and suffer the more; or love the less, and suffer the less?