The past is a cupboard full of light and all you have to do is find the key that opens the door. - Kate Atkinson

Juliet felt slighted yet relieved. It was curious how you could hold two quite opposing feelings at the same time, an unsettling emotional discord. She felt an odd pang at the sight of him. She had been fond of him. She had been his girl. Reader, I didn’t marry him, she thought.

Good news?’ Gloria queried. She wondered if Emily was pregnant again (was that good news?), so she was taken aback when Emily said, ‘I’ve found Jesus.’ ‘Oh,’ Gloria said. ‘Where was he?

The purpose of Art,” his mother, Sylvie, said — instructed even — “is to convey the truth of a thing, not to be the truth itself.