Author of quotes: Robert Galbraith. Page 3

In the office he came back around eight. London at this hour was especially dear to his heart: the working day is over, the Windows of pubs, like precious stones, shining warm light, the streets full of life, and a respectable consistency of old buildings, softened with lamps, inspires amazing confidence. Hobbling along Oxford street with Packed cot, he heard a soft whisper: you're not alone. Seven and a half million hearts were beating in this ancient hilly city and many people were much more painful. Shops were closed, the sky stained the color of Indigo, and the Strike was comforted by the vastness of the city and their own lack of character.