“On these forgotten islands they rest, and the sand packs tight around them while their friends have gone on to other islands, to die on other beaches. The little invasions, the crumbs of global warfare, eventually to be remembered only by mapmakers and mothers.” WarDeathMourningRemembranceFutility Of War Book:The Pale Blonde of Sands Street Source: The Pale Blonde of Sands Street
“Mrs. O'Geoghan looked skeptical. "Only breakfast, with a fine-looking young man like that?" She shook her head. "When I had young men like that I needed breakfast but afterward, and no pot of tea and bowl of porridge either, but steak and six bottles of stout. Then I was all ready for another day!” SexBreakfastAppetite Book:The Pale Blonde of Sands Street Source: The Pale Blonde of Sands Street