British screenwriter, playwright and novelist (1948-)
She slapped Kestrel’s face. Without thinking twice, Kestrel slapped her back, as hard as she could. The young woman burst into tears. The servant saw this, aghast.
“Baby!” She exclaimed. “Oh, my poor baby!”
“You’ve been kind to me,” said Kestrel, “and you’re very beautiful, but if you hit me again I’ll kill you.
- Ma indulok veled utamon. - Együtt mondják, hangjukat szárnyra kapja a hideg levegő. - Ahová mégy, oda megyek én is. Ahol megállsz, megállok én is. Amikor alszol, én is alszom. Amikor felkelsz, én is felkelek. Hangod hangzásában töltöm napjaimat, kezed érintésében éjszakáimat. És nem állhat közénk senki sem.
'I don't want to do any of those things you said. I want – I want – to make things right.'
'Then so you shall.'
'Is it so easy?'
'Not easy. Not easy at all. Think how much is wanting to make things wrong. All the fear in the world, and the violence that comes from the fear, and the hatred that comes from the violence, and the loneliness that comes from the hatred. All the unhappiness, all the cruelty, it gathers like clouds in the air, and grows dark and cold and heavy, and falls like grey snow in thick layers over the land. Then the world is all muffled and numb, and no one can hear each other or feel each other. Think how sad and lonely that must be.
Today begins my walk with you." They spoke together, their voices sounding softly in the cold air. "Where you go, I go. Where you stay, I stay. When you sleep, I will sleep. When you rise, I will rise. I will pass my days within the sound of your voice, and my nights within the reach of your hand. And none shall come between us.