A day will come when you think yourself safe and happy, and suddenly your joy will turn to ashes in your mouth, and you’ll know the debt is paid.
The scene in which I confess to them is invented, imagined. And, in fact, could never have happened… .because Robbie Turner died of septicaemia at Bray Dunes on the first of June 1940, the last day of the evacuation…and I was never able to put things right with my sister Cecilia….because she was killed on the 15th of October 1940 by the bomb that destroyed the gas and water mains above Balham tube station.
make me choose - anonymous asked: francis
"with all my knowledge and intrusion, i could never entirely predict you. i can feed the caterpillar. i can whisper through the chrysalis. but, what hatches? forms its o w n n a t u r e t h a t i s b e y o n d m e ."i don’t wanna kill you anymore, dr. lecter.
not now that i f i n a l l y find you i n t e r e s t i n g.
War is war but killing a man at a wedding, horrid. What sort of monster would do such a thing?