“He sits, silent, no longer mistaking the cable news for company— and when he talks, he talks of childhood, remembering some slight or conundrum as if it is a score to be retailed and settled after seventy-five years.” — Anthony Walton Copy Share Image
“Though her head was aching too much for her to reason with herself, she could think of nice things - the Cumberland hills, her lambs, her Nannie, who had taught her this trick of detachment. "When you're sick or sorry,… — Elizabeth Goudge Copy Share Image
