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  • #1
    Michael Braccia
    “Today, with tears in my eyes, I telephoned the mother of one of our children (aged thirteen) who had spoken for the first time since the age of three...”
    ― Michael Braccia, Could it be That Way: Living with Autism

  • #2
    Michael Braccia
    “He had won, easily. This was something else he could do, and do well, and his Dad had been there to witness his success.”
    ― Michael Braccia, Could it be That Way: Living with Autism

  • #3
    Michael Braccia
    “She undid the buttons of his coat, gently slipped her arms round his waist and pulled him tight against her body, then kissed him on the lips, so gently; she held onto him for what to David seemed like hours.”
    ― Michael Braccia, Could it be That Way: Living with Autism

  • #4
    Michael Braccia
    “Without hesitation, Anita, standing in the middle of the busy restaurant, unzipped her jeans and pealed them off...”
    ― Michael Braccia, Could it be That Way: Living with Autism

  • #5
    Michael Braccia
    “They had been through hell when their little boy was born, and now they were suffering again. Knowing something, but then having it confirmed by an expert are two different things. Their life with autism had begun.”
    ― Michael Braccia

  • #6
    Michael Braccia
    “Try to understand how they feel - put yourselves in their place. Imagine you are in a foreign country with no money, possessions or friends. You cannot speak the language; the culture is completely different to your normal environment; isolated and helpless. You would be dependent on someone supporting you. Think of that when you next meet someone who is autistic...”
    ― Michael Braccia, Could it be That Way: Living with Autism

  • #7
    Paul Moxham
    “Joe Mitchell opened his eyes.”
    ― Paul Moxham, The Mystery of Claw Mountain

  • #8
    Paul Moxham
    “had ever seen them before. He sensed it was the calm before the storm, but that didn’t stop him. Will wasn’t coming back for a few days and he didn’t want to wait that long to have a look at the caves. Joe thought he would have time to explore one of the caves before heading back. He’d brought his torch at the last minute as he thought that, even though it was daylight, it might be a bit dark in”
    ― Paul Moxham, The Mystery of Smugglers Cove

  • #9
    Paul Moxham
    “Chapter 1: Scotland”
    ― Paul Moxham, The Mystery of Claw Mountain

  • #10
    Howard Jacobson
    “How do you go on knowing that you will never again - not ever, ever - see the person you have loved? How do you survive a single hour, a single minute, a single second of that knowledge? How do you hold yourself together?”
    ― Howard Jacobson, The Finkler Question

  • #11
    Howard Jacobson
    “So many unhappy women out there. Such a sea of female misery.”
    ― Howard Jacobson, The Finkler Question
    tags: women

  • #12
    Howard Jacobson
    “Hephzibah normally left the dishes until the next day. Piled up in the sink so that it was near impossible to fill a kettle. And what the sink wouldn't take would stay on the kitchen table. Treslove liked that about her. She didn't believe they had to clean up after every excess. There wasn't a price to pay for pleasure.”
    ― Howard Jacobson, The Finkler Question

  • #13
    Terry Southern
    “The important thing in writing is the capacity to astonish. Not shock—shock is a worn-out word—but astonish.”
    ― Terry Southern

  • #14
    Michael Braccia
    “Silence took over for a full hour. They drove on. He didn't care anymore. They saw the sign for the next service station twenty minutes after they joined the M5 southbound. He didn't know what they were doing, where they were going."

    From 'The Journey' (Banfield Tales)”
    ― Michael Braccia, Banfield Tales

  • #15
    Michael Braccia
    “She slipped and fell against me. She brought her lips to mine. We kissed for what seemed like hours and she held me tight, knowing what to do and what to avoid. No more than a kiss, but tender, unforgettable. We lay down, holding hands. She smiled, stroking my hair".

    From 'Young Love' (Banfield Tales)”
    ― Michael Braccia, Banfield Tales

  • #16
    Michael Braccia
    “As she appears in the room, her face is still covered by the hood of her coat, but I can see the outline of her chin, and a faint glow that frightens me. She slowly pulls back the hood and her eyes bore into me. Eyes red with flame, it is though they are scanning my soul, deep within me."

    From 'She Blames Me' (Banfield Tales)”
    ― Michael Braccia, Banfield Tales