Top Highlights

• It wasn’t like her, but the sense of unease it gave me had gone the next morning, the way all problems and difficulties do, showing themselves in their true light. They belonged to the night-time; the hours of confusion and turmoil.
• The Key to Rebecca by Ken Follett,
• ‘That we never get older, not really. It just looks that way. Inside, we’re still nineteen, all of us.’
• But this was me! I liked her so much. I liked her so very, very much. Everything about her.
• The mouth speaks what the heart is full of.