Quotes by : Chris Cleave

Let them say whatever gives them comfort.

We were exiles from reality that summer. We were refugees from ourselves.

On the girl’s brown legs there were many small white scars. I was thinking, Do those scars cover the....

There was less of him now. There was less of them all. Officers and men dragged themselves around in....

Exposing corruption, brandishing truth.

They spoke of small things at first, since it was best, when reattaching threads, to begin with the easiest....

There are countries of the world, and regions of one's own mind, where it is unwise to travel.

I suppose we ought to be getting home, in any case.”“Oh god, is it wartime already?”“Look on....

Alistair smiled. 'How long this war has been.''I'll say. One hardly remembers how we lived before. Lightly....

How well it had suited me, that absolute license to march up to evildoers and demand who, what, where,....