“Fine,’ she said, using the universal Scottish word for every state of being from ‘I’m dying in anguish’ to ‘I’m experiencing euphoric… — Kate Atkinson Copy Share Image
“... the great novels of the world were about three things - death, money and sex. Occasionally a whale.” — Kate Atkinson Copy Share Image
“Ursula tried to remember what her own last words to her father had been. A nonchalant 'See you later,' she concluded. The… — Kate Atkinson Copy Share Image
“Did God get out of bed one morning and draw back the curtains (Reggie's imaginary God led a very domesticated life) and… — Kate Atkinson Copy Share Image
The cult of the individual is killing us. I think Twitter signals the death of western civilisation, but people have been saying… — Kate Atkinson Copy Share Image
“She fed him scraps from her ragbag because words were all that were left now. Perhaps he could use them to pay… — Kate Atkinson Copy Share Image
I think about death a lot, I really do, because I can't believe I won't exist. It's the ego isn't it? I… — Kate Atkinson Copy Share Image
“Ursula found herself dwelling on Hugh's death, his absence more than his death.” — Kate Atkinson Copy Share Image
Whatever happens to you, embrace it, the good and the bad equally. Death is just one more thing to be embraced. — Kate Atkinson Copy Share Image
“They had triumphed over death this night. Sylvie wondered when death would seek his revenge.” — Kate Atkinson Copy Share Image
“Sweet sixteen," Hugh said, kissing her affectionately. "Happy birthday, little bear. Your future's all ahead of you." Ursula still harbored the feeling that some… — Kate Atkinson Copy Share Image
When you chopped logs with the ax and they split open they smelled beautiful, like Christmas. But when you split someone's head open it… — Kate Atkinson Copy Share Image
“He had made a vow, a private promise to the world in the long dark watches of the night, that if he did survive… — Kate Atkinson Copy Share Image
“When she was little they had lived in an old farmhouse too, in the middle of nothing of but landscape.” — Kate Atkinson Copy Share Image
“Do you keep time in the same place that you save it? If so why is it always so difficult to find? It must… — Kate Atkinson Copy Share Image
I was on the verge of something numinous and profound and in one more second the universe was going to crack open and arcana… — Kate Atkinson Copy Share Image
I feel as if I’m waiting for something dreadful to happen, and then I realize it already has. — Kate Atkinson Copy Share Image
“If she had been in charge of designing the human race she would have gone about things differently. (A golden shaft of light through… — Kate Atkinson Copy Share Image
The beginning is the word and the end is silence. And in between are all the stories. — Kate Atkinson Copy Share Image
I don't want to spoil the magic, but it's a very curious thing that honestly baffles me. It's the nearest we'll ever get to… — Kate Atkinson Copy Share Image
“What did science ever do for the world, apart from make better ways of killing people?” Sylvie said.” — Kate Atkinson Copy Share Image
