What Keeps Me Going Is My Children.

Love Is Not Breathlessness; It Is Not Excitement; It Is Not The Promulgation Of Promises Of Eternal Passion. That Is Just Being “in Love”, Which Any Of Us Can Convince Ourselves We Are. Love Itself Is What Is Left Over When Being In Love Has Burned Away, And This Is Both An Art And A Fortunate Accident.

Your Lips Are Like Sugar And Your Cheeks An Apple Your Breasts Are Paradise And Your Body A Lily. O, To Kiss The Sugar To Bite The Apple To Reveal Paradise And Open The Lily.

How Strange That The World Should Change Because Of Words, And Words Change Because Of The World

We Should Care For Each Other More Than We Care For Ideas, Or Else We Will End Up Killing Each Other.

The De Bernières Were Very Military. I Broke The Military Tradition But I Was Terribly Proud Of My Father Being A Soldier.