Quotes from Rebecca Tope

She should have known better than to entertain such thoughts, she told herself later. She knew how powerful telepathy could be, conjuring or connecting with someone else's thought waves. It might not be scientific, but she, like most people, knew how real it was, from direct experience. When her landline rang, at ten minutes to nine, some part of her know instantly who it wa.

We'll do it all again next weekend", he said recklessly. "I could get used to this". "No we won't. I am happy to explore with you now and then, but I am not making four miles hikes a weekly routine" she protested.

Jaded! With all this around us". He waved an all- embracing arm at the pikes and fells and howes on every side. "We would never see a hundredth of it if we went out every Sunday for the next ten years".

Ben...hadn't known fear or despair or loss of control in his comfortable middle-class family. Bonnie could teach him a lot that was missing from his character. And he could give her a degree of stability and confidence. Knowing it was sentimental, Simmy nonetheless felt that this was a perfect match, which she would do well to safeguard to the best of her ability. Ben would teach Bonnie to tread more carefully and to think more logically. Each would help the other to grow up.

It made no sense to live in Cumbria and fail to make full use of the opportunities it provided.

I discovered recently that the key to all happiness lies in warm bedsocks.

No problem,' said the girl. 'If Melanie's okay with it. Didn't she say she'd be in tomorrow?' 'So she did. I forgot. Well, it can be quite busy on a Saturday. She'll find plenty for you to do. There's a whole lot to learn about stock rotation, and how different sorts of flowers need to be kept. But if you can't make it, don't worry.' 'No problem,' said the girl again.

costs nothing, but works wonders for oiling the cogs of social exchange.

Simmy entertained slippery thoughts about identity and the meaning of any individual's span on earth. When it came right down to it, she supposed that all a person really amounted to was the sum of their memories.

Books, games, jigsaws, as well as the soaring fells and sparkling lakes that would revive their spirits beyond all imagining.

I'll make some tea' she said, without consultation. The tears had not fully abated, and there were times when tea was the only thing.

Women like this exploited a person's natural civility, marching through the gaps left by a inability to speak the naked truth.

It all worked out quite peaceably, because the fells and the lakes were of so much greater interest and significance than any human activity.