Chapter Six

• When we think of the past it's the beautiful things we pick out. We want to believe it was all like that.
• As well as the football games. They still have those.
• 'Memento moria' - Latin, Remember you [have to] die
• We are supposed to look: this is what they are there for
• 'It's the bags over the heads that are the worst, worst than faces themselves would be'
• No woman in her right mind, these days, would seek to prevent a birth, should she be so lucky to conceive
• These men, we've been told, are like war criminals. It's no excuse that what they did was legal at the time
• What I feel towards them is blankness. What I feel is that I must not feel.
• Luke wasn't a doctor. Isn't
• The red of the smile is the same as the red of the tulips in Serena Joy's garden [...] the tulips are not the tulips of blood, the red smiles are not flowers, neither thing makes a comment on the other
• Ordinary, said Aunt Lydia, is what you are used to. This may not seem ordinary to you now, but after a time it will. It will become ordinary