The Evening and the Morning (Kingsbridge #0)

by Ken Follett

‘No matter how well you scarf two planks together, the joint is always the weakest part.’

If they waved to strangers, perhaps they were all right.

‘When the man asks the price, he’s halfway to buying the boat.’

Her parents had been right in their dire warnings: this was a horrible country and she had doomed herself to live in it.

Aldred loved the phrase aurem cordis, the ear of the heart. It suggested a way of listening more intense and thoughtful than the norm.

In dog philosophy it was always better to go somewhere than to be left behind.

She’s almost three months old. Isn’t she beautiful?’ To Aldred she looked like every other baby: round-faced, bald as a priest, dribbling, charmless. ‘Yes, she’s beautiful,’ he said. That was his second white lie today. He would have to pray for clemency.

it was easy to take risks in a theoretical way. Now the reality was on him.

was like visiting the grave of his youth.

In an argument it was never good to ask a question: that simply gave the opponent an opening.