“We never tasted tea in my village, even though they grow it in the east of my country, where the land rises up into the clouds and the trees grow long soft beards of moss from the wet air. There… — 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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
“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 Image
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 Image
