“Either they fall down, or they make me look like Tintin," Ben complained. "It's all right for Fritz - he's the same… — Kate Saunders Like Tintin Copy Share Image
“Ben sighed, his mouth crammed with biscuit. "You don't trust us at all, do you? You think we're going to whip out… — Kate Saunders Biscuit Copy Share Image
“Nostalgia pierced me. I started to cry. I wasn't sad, but remembered happiness hurts.” — Kate Saunders Happiness Copy Share Image
“A memory flashed back at me, of his willy bobbing about while he wrestled with his briefcase - well dignity and nudity… — Kate Saunders Memory Copy Share Image
