A Necessary End Quotes

“Banks could see her brain working fast behind her eyes.”
― Peter Robinson, A Necessary End

“Do you think Gill’s death was calmly planned and executed, or was it a crime of passion?’ Banks asked. ‘A bit of both. Things aren’t so clear-cut in this kind of crime. Terrorists are very emotional about their beliefs, but they’re cold and deadly when it comes to action.”
― Peter Robinson, A Necessary End

“And now he was dead. She didn’t know how, or what had killed him, just that his body had ceased to exist.”
― Peter Robinson, A Necessary End

“but the easiest way isn’t necessarily the true one.”
― Peter Robinson, A Necessary End

“Bollocks!’ said Burgess. ‘They’re shit-disturbers. You ought to know that by now. Why do you think they’re interested in a nuclear-free Britain? Because they love peace? Dream on, Constable.”
― Peter Robinson, A Necessary End

“Why, he wondered, does a phone call to a distant loved one only intensify the emptiness and loneliness you were feeling before you called?”
― Peter Robinson, A Necessary End

“Obviously one man’s Utopia is another man’s hell.”
― Peter Robinson, A Necessary End

“working in Elspeth’s craft shop in Relton three days a week in exchange for the use of the pottery wheel and kiln in the back. But Elspeth was hardly an ordinary person; she was a kindly old silver-haired lesbian who had been living in Relton with her companion, Dottie, for over thirty years. She affected the tweedy look of a country matron, but the twinkle in her eyes told a different story. Mara loved both of them very much, but Dottie was rarely to be seen these days. She was ill – dying of cancer, Mara suspected – and Elspeth bore the burden with her typical gruff stoicism. At twelve o’clock, Rick knocked and came in through the back door, interrupting Mara’s wandering thoughts. He looked every inch the artist: beard, paint-stained smock and jeans, beer belly. His whole appearance cried out that he believed in himself and didn’t give a damn what other people thought about him. ‘All quite on the western front?’ he asked. Mara nodded. She’d been half listening for the sound of a police car above the wind chimes. ‘They’ll be here, though.’ ‘It’ll probably”
― Peter Robinson, A Necessary End