15 Quotes by Vivian Shaw

Varney and Tefnakhte looked at Greta. After a moment she sighed, pushed her hair back. 'I don't know why everyone seems to think I'm the one in charge here; we're all equally making this up as we go along.''Because you are,' said Tefnakhte mildly.

Greta smiled suddenly, and he had to blink. It was a little like watching a small and self-contained sunrise. 'Thank you,' she said. 'I'm...very glad you're here.'Just for a moment, Varney thought that *he* was, too. For a moment.

All the forecasts were tentatively hopeful about the idea of it not actually continuing to rain for the remainder of ever, but Varney had his doubts. It really did seem slightly sinister.

Winston was hovering in the archway, looking impatient, if a tattered bit of taffeta could look impatient.

Grisaille let go of Ruthven and flopped face downward onto the duvet, with a creak of springs.'I am never leaving this bed again,' he said, muffled by the covers. 'I am amalgamated with this bed. This bed and I have achieved spiritual oneness. I am it and it is me.

He looked down at the rose in his other hand, its neck drooping like a tubercular heroine’s, and felt abruptly and horribly sorry for it: for the fact that it had been grown somewhere, fed and watered and nurtured, and cut and brought all the way here to this airport to be bought and given to someone, to make them smile, and here it was with him instead, dying in his hand. Thwarted of its purpose. Its small brief life all wasted.

I find that if you dig deep enough you can almost always find something worth the effort.

As long as there was secrecy, there would be a need for holes to hide in.

She was odd, and he could not work out quite why she did what she was doing, or why anyone would want to.