“To wake, and sleep, and know that one is loved; to hear, as I hear now, the whisper of a footfall; to feel the touch of hands; these things, above all else, are to be desired. I count myself fortunate,… — Keith Roberts Copy Share Image
“The firm of Strange had not been built on softness; what you stole from it, you were welcome to keep.” — Keith Roberts Copy Share Image
“To wake, and sleep, and know that one is loved; to hear, as I hear now, the whisper of a footfall; to feel the… — Keith Roberts Copy Share Image
“Becky walked to the sea late in the day, trod barefoot among the tumbled blocks of stone that lined the foreshore, smelling the old… — Keith Roberts Copy Share Image
