Sara Sheridan

Communism,_ I observed, __s a pile of wank.

If the universe was scientific and just left to itself, then we__ have statistical probabilities to rely on. But once people are involved it sometimes becomes much more problematic because they__e erratic. People do crazy things that don__ make sense.

During the war some of the country__ sharpest minds had looked as if they had been dragged through a hedge backwards.

There__ nothing like a military man, even out of uniform.

We are living in glorious days where each readers' voice can be heard.

Edinburgh is a great big black bastard of a city where there are ghosts of all kinds.

I'm drawn to the 1950s for lots of reasons - everything from the fashion to the increasing sense of freedom and modernity that builds throughout the decade.

The mass communications that could enable our politics for good have instead turned it into a bland conglomeration of stinted opinion cloaked in the occasional media frenzy of blame or denial.

She tried to focus on the element of riddle or at least puzzle contained in the letter and ignore the sense of doom that was sweeping through her like clouds rolling to the shore over open water._

It__ ridiculous _ a girl steps out, goes dancing, gets her hair cut, decides to spend the summer in Italy and it__ a scandal. A chap does it and no one bats an eyelid.

Britain wouldn__ have won the war without its eccentric geniuses.

The old London was fading from her memory. She no longer expected to see the shops that had been bombed when she passed familiar streets. In many places the sites were being redeveloped. That__ what seemed real now _ the new buildings and the flats above them. As she hit her stride, Mirabelle smiled. It felt good to be in the big city again and on her way.

Readership is highly dependent upon format and distribution as much as it is on content.

When she first moved to Brighton, the flat on the Lawns had felt luxurious and it had seemed as if she was settling down, sleeping in the same bed every night, the darkness uninterrupted by any hint of emergency. It had felt as if all her difficulties were over.

There was something about Maria Graham that you could believe in _ a slice of home. If not unique in her travelling, she was at least extraordinary.

The devil was always in the detail. And here the detail was certainly devilish.

Muscat is like a mind-altering drug. A stroll in its streets is like getting drunk for the first time

Once you__e on the pleasure express, it__ hard to get off and switch to another, slower service.