I write in the novel’s afterword that our recent wars “finish not with victory or defeat but with a calendar draw-down date and a presumption that we shall never be reconciled with the enemy”.
CHRIS CLEAVEI planned how I would kill myself in the time of Churchill (stand under bombs), Victoria (throw myself under a horse), and Henry the Eighth (marry Henry the Eighth)- Little Bee
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This thing with being lovers, it isn’t like being married.
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My paternal grandmother drove ambulances during the regional Blitz, in Birmingham.
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This is the forked tongue of grief again. It whispers in one ear: return to what you once loved best, and in the other ear it whispers, move on.
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Yet war doesn’t end with armistice, it only ends with forgiveness and reconciliation.
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Things that we have to really dare ourselves to do come quite naturally to others.
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I’m really interested in people’s decisions.
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I know that the hopes of this whole human world can fit inside one soul.
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I planned how I would kill myself in the time of Churchill (stand under bombs), Victoria (throw myself under a horse), and Henry the Eighth (marry Henry the Eighth)- Little Bee
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I am a woman built upon the wreckage of myself.
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Is it my fault if I do not look like an English girl and I do not talk like a Nigerian? Well, who says an English girl must have skin as pale as the clouds that float across her summers? Who says a Nigerian girl must speak in fallen English…?
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We leave it up to books and movies to talk about WWII on our behalf.
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I’m not happy with just repeating myself.
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Horror in your country is something you take a dose of to remind yourself that you are not suffering from it.
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Sometimes we don’t notice that someone is being brave, because they are only doing something that seems quite easy for us.
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We were exiles from reality that summer. We were refugees from ourselves.
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