New NLMG

• “I won’t lose my memories of them” page 280
• “ploughed earth” page 280
• “all sorts of rubbish had caught and tangled” page 281
• “the fantasy never got beyond that, I didn’t let it” page 282
• “crisp, sunny day” - “felt so exhilarated” - “huge sky” page 144-45
• “we found we were standing on a road carved into a cliff edge. It seemed at first there was a sheer drop down to the sands... zigzagging footpaths” page 146
• “special circumstance... deferral... if you were a Hailsham student... put back three, even four years” page 150
• "Tommy shook his head... I could see – and Ruth could too – that he wasn’t being slow... ’ what you’ve got to realise is that even though Tommy was at Hailsham, he isn’t like a real Hailsham student." page 152
• “little back streets hardly penetrated by the sun” page 154
• “older woman with silver hair” - “silver haired lady” - “are you art students?” - “the silver haired lady beamed” page 161
• “if we had left it at seeing the woman through the glass of the office... we could still have gone back to the Cottages excited and triumphant. But now, in that gallery, the woman was too close, much closer than we’d ever really wanted” page 161
• “we all shuffled to a halt. We were once again near to a cliff edge, and like before, if you peered over the rail, you could see the paths zigzagging down to the seafront, except this time you could see the promenade at the bottom with rows of boarded up stalls” page 162
• “we all know it, so why don’t we just face it. We’re not modelled from that sort" page 164
• "We’re modelled from trash. Junkies, prostitutes, winos, tramps. Convicts, maybe... Art students, that’s what she thought we were." page 164
• "If you want to look for possibles, if you want to do it properly, then you look in the gutter." Page 164
• "They do have days off... they're not always at their work" Chapter 3
• "if you want to do it properly... you look in rubbish bins" page 164 - at the end of the novel she goes to norfolk to look at rubbish caught in the fence
• "As if you had souls at all"
• "poor creatures"
• “when you get a chance to choose, of course you choose your own kind” Chapter 1
• "We're all afraid of you. I myself had to fight back my dread of you every day I was at Hailsham" Chapter 22
• "Being the spiders" Chapter 3