Book: Sneak

Mind was only what was happening right now - not what it was a second ago, not that in a second will. All she saw was the stone on which had gone before, only heard his regular breath.

The only thing mark MC Cormack did, it didn't erase memories. And they were the most heavy part of my Luggage when I steep staircase and dragged his new life in the little room under the roof.

... the lists I have made under a temporary name.
- Temporary? - I asked, and she thought that was what I felt all my life.

I manage to crack a smile - it's amazing, I thought I had already left.

He hugs me and doesn't let go, and little by little I forget where I am and what I am, anxiety and pain fade.

When you love too and when they don't like them is equally painful.

When in the hands of the brush, it is enough to think about Nina and his paintings are filled with the future.

On each side of a wide pedestal - plates engraved on metal names.
Local residents who died in the two world wars. - Removing the glasses, I represent wreaths of scarlet poppies, which fall here in November. In alphabetic order the names of the local parishioners who died in battle. Above each group of names is the year of death. - How many lives lost in this village...

The study of local history is akin to archaeology. Miss any detail and run the risk to misinterpret the whole thing. Break the sequence, you'll never know what happened... I want to put everything in its place.

When trying to change the past, inadvertently changing the present - and receive not the future, which was expected.

We were with her same - an abandoned orphan who never thought to wait to the end of childhood, and hard butt head the void. The only difference was that I now KNEW about it. I have lost the grace of the child of ignorance.

To help I couldn't and were angry. And when I was angry, then twisted his anger tight and hidden away.

Sauntered into the living room Josie and brought her nonchalance and charm - an art which she had mastered as soon as I could walk.

Surprising: once we cast a glance at the clock, look out the window, running to the post Board to see if there was pinned a letter with your name, and so almost half a lifetime has passed.