“Isn't it sad, growing up? You start off like my Charlie. You start off thinking you can kill all the baddies and save the world. Then you get a little bit older, maybe Little Bee's age, and you realize that… — Chris Cleave Copy Share Image
“Compromise, eh? Isn't it sad, growing up? You start off like Charlie. You start off thinking you can kill all the baddies and save the world. Then you get a little bit older, maybe Little Bee's age, and you realize… — Chris Cleave Copy Share Image
I like to push characters to extremes so they have to make really tough decisions and there is no life more extreme than that… — Chris Cleave Copy Share
This is the forked tongue of grief again. It whispers in one ear: return to what you once loved best, and in the other… — Chris Cleave Copy Share
In a few breaths' time I will speak some sad words to you. But you must hear them the same way we have agreed… — Chris Cleave Copy Share
Wouldn't that be funny, if the oil rebels were playing U2 in their jungle camps, and the government soldiers were playing U2 in their… — Chris Cleave Copy Share
“When death comes you do not stay for one minute in the place it has visited. Many things arrive after death-sadness, questions, and policemen-… — Chris Cleave Copy Share
“I smiled down at Charlie, and I understood that he would be free now even if I would not. In this way the life… — Chris Cleave Copy Share
I do think it is harder to acknowledge our strengths, or to forgive ourselves and each other for our shortcomings, when there has not… — Chris Cleave Copy Share
I think the recent cluster of WWII novels is so good because we have reached an optimal distance from the war. Just as a… — Chris Cleave Copy Share
“Yu only be livin one life, darlin. Don't matter yu don't uh-preshie-ate part of it, cos it don't stop bein part of yu.” — Chris Cleave Copy Share
Sometimes we don't notice that someone is being brave, because they are only doing something that seems quite easy for us. — Chris Cleave Copy Share
Sad words are just another beauty. A sad story means, this storyteller is alive. The next thing you know something fine will happen to… — Chris Cleave Copy Share
“If I was telling this story to the girls from back home, I would have to explain to them how it was possible to… — Chris Cleave Copy Share
