We in Tunisia have no problem with respecting other peoples religion, and we have a long tradition of that.
It's too late," she said. "Don't say that. " His voice was half a whisper. "I love you, Tessa. I love you.
As long as there is love and memory, there is no true loss.
He seemed to realize she was staring at him, because the cursing stopped. "You cut me," he said. His voice was pleasant. British. Very ordinary. He looked at his hand with critcal interest. "It might be fatal. " Tessa looked at him with wide eyes. "Are you the Magister?" He tilted his hand to the side. Blood ran down it, spattering the floor. "Dear me, massive blood loss. Death could be imminent.
Every heart has its own melody.
Life is a book and there are a thousand pages I have not yet read.
The more you try to crush your true nature, the more it will control you. Be what you are. No one who really loves you will stop.
I would never felt good if I hadn't experienced losing, because losing is part of your life. And it something that if I could teach people to understand that I think it could help them a lot.
Eating is a political act.
The 'perfect marriage' of food and wine should allow for infidelity".
The Penguin books are splendid value for sixpence, so splendid that if other publishers had any sense they would combine against them and suppress them.