Quotes Tagged With :atlantic

It’s quiet in the suburbs. It’s too cold for people to be in their gardens; and it’s not a thoroughfare....

Mum, your heart is the same size as your fist,’ she told me once in delight, and we both made our hands....

He places the skull in the palm of my hand. There are four canines; the top two are so long and curved....

The dark edge of the moor and the Cow and Calf rock are crisp against the blue-black sky. I can’t see....

I don’t believe he was deliberately taking indecent pictures, they’re too artistic; he’s managed....

My husband hands me my glass, full to the brim with green-gold wine and I stifle my resentment and attempt....

Y, entonces, en ese instante que tan solo dura un segundo, el cerebro se encarga de abrir la cerradura....

Crossing the Atlantic on that new day was supposed to be a sharp delineation, a from-now-on demarcation....

I think about the story I always tell her – of the kind lady who gave her to us. I suppose that must....

Here we are, squabbling over tuna fucking sandwiches and there she is – almond-shaped green eyes, snub....