Looking after a very sick child was the Olympics of parenting. Chris Cleave More Quotes by Chris Cleave More Quotes From Chris Cleave I'm a much better writer for being a father. Chris Cleave being-a-father father I think, in common with a lot of novelists, I wasn't the most athletic guy at school. Chris Cleave guy school thinking You travel here and you travel there, trying to get out from under the cloud, and nothing works, and then one day you realize you've been carrying the weather around with you. Chris Cleave clouds weather trying My maternal grandmother was in London during the Blitz. Indeed, the man she was dating before she met my grandfather was killed beside her in a cinema, in 1941, when a bomb came through the roof - a tragedy in which she herself was badly wounded. Chris Cleave dating grandmother men Andrew had a gift for deepening the incision he began. Chris Cleave andrew That is the trouble with happiness-all of it is built on top of something that men want. Chris Cleave trouble want men I planned how I would kill myself in the time of Churchill (stand under bombs), Victoria (throw myself under a horse), and Henry the Eighth (marry Henry the Eighth)- Little Bee Chris Cleave bombs horse littles I know that the hopes of this whole human world can fit inside one soul. Chris Cleave fit soul world And thus love makes fools of us all. Chris Cleave fool Sad words are just another beauty. A sad story means, this storyteller is alive. The next thing you know something fine will happen to her, something marvelous, and then she will turn around and smile. Chris Cleave alive stories mean On our honeymoon we talked and talked. We stayed in a beachfront villa, and we drank rum and lemonade and talked so much that I never even noticed what color the sea was. Whenever I need to stop and remind myself how much I once loved Andrew, I only need to think about this. That the ocean covers seven tenths of the earth's surface, and yet my husband could make me not notice it. Chris Cleave husband ocean thinking We were exiles from reality that summer. We were refugees from ourselves. Chris Cleave refugee summer reality WWII was, without exaggeration, the biggest event in all of human history, and it is still within living memory. Chris Cleave wwii events memories Wouldn't that be funny, if the oil rebels were playing U2 in their jungle camps, and the government soldiers were playing U2 in their trucks. I think everyone was killing everyone else and listening to the same music... That is a good trick about this world, Sarah. No one likes each other, but everyone likes U2. Chris Cleave oil government thinking However long the moon disappears, someday it must shine again. Chris Cleave shining moon long Horror in your country is something you take a dose of to remind yourself that you are not suffering from it. Chris Cleave horror suffering country We don't know our hearts until life puts us to the test, and WWII fascinates because it was the last time everyone was simultaneously pushed to their limit. Chris Cleave tests lasts heart In a few breaths' time I will speak some sad words to you. But you must hear them the same way we have agreed to see scars now. Sad words are just another beauty. Chris Cleave scar speak way your culture has become sophisticated, like a computer, or a drug that you take for a headache. You can use it, but you cannot explain how it works. Certainly not to girls who stack up their firewood against the side of the house. Chris Cleave drug girl house The future looks like gasoline. . . . crude oil . . . is the future before it has been refined. It is like a dream of the future, really, and like any dream it ends with a rude awakening. Chris Cleave oil rude dream
