Neil offered his arm as she lowered herself from the step to the ground. "What a polite young man." "That's my mother's fault." - Bernard MacLaverty

We went on a school trip down the Rhine one summer and I saw a crucifixion that made all others pale for me. It was a painting. And it was the first thing like that which had any effect on me. I stood and stared at it for so long the teachers lost me and had to come back for me.

Do you still want to - refuse to help?" "I'm afraid so."
"Not to act - you know - is to act. By not doing anything you are helping to keep the Brits here.

Gerry had once said to her in the middle of an argument that he didn't believe in souls but if, just perchance, they did exist, hers would be like a razor. She had been made that way by the Catholic Church, he said. Inflexible, narrow, capable of doing terrible damage by her adherence to rules and systems. But she totally objected. She told him that if she was a good person at all, it had come from her religion. If she had any sense of justice and fairness, any concept of equality, then it had come from the Church.