The Deep End

Things have a way of working out…

Once… we were allowed to grow old. Now there is no excuse for age. There is no room for it.

Nobody wins any points in anger.

The best defence is a good offence…

There are always two sides to every story… Yours - and the shithead’s!

There’s nothing sadder than a middle-aged man trying to find his lost youth.

He has obviously heard that she has separated from her husband and perhaps decided she will be an easy mark. The lonely middle-aged divorcee. Easier to please than the young ones coming up. Grateful as opposed to judgemental, delighted instead of demanding.

…no point… in having second thoughts. What’s done is done…

A little knowledge is a dangerous thing.

…if one thing doesn’t get you, something else will. It just goes to show you how little control we actually have over our lives.

She looked like the stereotype of a suburban housewife: feet in slippers, hair unwashed and in need of a strong brushing, tatty old blue bathrobe, inexpressibly weary eyes.

Eve had always taken great pains to look, if not spectacular, at least dramatic.

You expect youth to understand what it’s like to grow old?.. How can they? Do you? No, if old people can’t understand young people, and they’ve been young, how can you expect young people, who have absolutely no basis for comparison, to understand what growing old is all about. As far as they’re concerned, growing up means falling apart, and as far as I’m concerned, they’re absolutely right.

…it’s not people who change, we don’t change, it’s time that changes.

She’d made going along a lifelong occupation. Whatever anybody wanted to do, wherever anybody wanted to go, Joanne Hunter was always ready to oblige.

…the delicate balance between interest and interference.