‘The sand was moving. Like restless demerara, what had once been solid rock was not done yet. The whole beach was tilling itself down, as she stood here, moving on. Sands.”

From ‘Jellyfish’ by Janice Galloway

“It was more that she wasn’t hiding behind anything. She never did. Whenever she spoke it was always straight from the heart, never for the sake of speaking.”

From ‘A Death in the Family’ by Karl Ove Knausgaard

“Moments left, Teddy thought. A handful of heartbeats. That was what life was. A heartbeat followed by a heartbeat. A breath followed by a breath. One moment followed by another moment and then there was a last moment. Life was as fragile as a bird’s heartbeat, fleeting as the bluebells in the wood. It didn’t matter, he realized, he didn’t mind, he was going where millions had gone before and where millions would follow after. He shared his fate with the many. And now. This moment. This moment was infinite. He was part of the infinite. The tree and the rock and the water. The rising of the sun and the running of the deer. Now.”

From “A God in Ruins” by Kate Atkinson

“I derive the greatest pleasure from travelling. I like the idea of knocking about the world and getting used to the ways and customs of men.”

Margaret Fountaine