He was part of the infinite. The tree and the rock and the water. The rising of the sun and the running of the deer. - Kate Atkinson

What if we had a chance to do it again and again, until we finally did get it right? Wouldn't that be wonderful?

Did God get out of bed one morning and draw back the curtains (Reggie's imaginary God led a very domesticated life) and think, 'A drowning in a hotel swimming pool, I fancy. We haven't had that one in a while.

I was distracted suddenly from these pleasant thoughts by noticing that, like the eyes in certain portraits, Heather’s nipples seemed to have the uncanny ability to follow you around the room. This is the kind of observation that once made, cannot be unmade. Unfortunately.