Quotes from Kevin Wignall

A man needs a hobby, Finn, and all the best football teams have been taken." The

Everyone wanted her to be happy; that was the lie of their age, that being happy was the goal. Take the pills, be happy, forget that the sky had been torn from the world this summer. But she was a country at war, its territory invaded, citizens slaughtered, fighting for its survival.

It never ceased to cause him wonder, that here had been a living person and now she was gone, fading away again, the city waking up without her as if she'd never been there. It was an incredible thing, beyond comprehension, as incredible as being there in the first place.

And elliptically, they talked about their work. They

he couldn't see the wisdom of it from the point of view of anyone who wanted to live. He self-corrected his thoughts – anyone who was desperate to live. He wanted to live, of course he did, but at this precise moment he was happy enough to gamble his life for a bit of certainty. He had a lot to lose, but it was all in the future, not the present, and that potential loss wasn't tangible enough to trouble him; he'd already lost too much that was real.

the way he'd slowly starved his relationship of oxygen.

she looked fragile enough that she might shatter if touched.

Religion fared badly in so much of the history he wrote about, and yet he was constantly surprised by how much solace he gained from places of worship. It wasn't redemptive, nothing to do with conscience—more the strange sense of meaningful emptiness he found in these places, a quality that allowed him to disappear effortlessly.

The last time he'd flown into Heathrow, he'd sworn he would never do it again.

Ty also seemed to believe his own publicity

your beliefs are among the many things over which I currently have absolutely no control.

Distant thunder sounded on and off throughout the evening and occasionally a heavier roll would cause them to stare out beyond the windows.

was reassuring after a day like they'd had, to be reminded that there were good things in the world, and good people, simple food cooked well, strangers sharing their kindness indiscriminately. Dan had been outside that virtuous circle himself for most of his adult life, but he was grateful to be inside it now.

The Abbot of Cîteaux was asked how they'd recognize the two hundred heretics among twenty thousand townspeople. He's said to have answered, 'Kill them all, God will know his own.'" Alex

He lowered the blinds too, enough to give him cover should one of Brabham's people choose to look out of the window. And then he settled in for the wait.