The mouth is famously over-represented in the brain, and he felt a tiny sore along a crack in the centre of his lower lip as a hideous cicatrice, the mark of his fate.

From Solar by Ian McEwan

Are all of us the same, I wonder, navigating our lives by interpreting the silences between words spoken, analysing the returning echoes of our memory in order to chart the terrain, in order to make sense of the world around us?

From The Garden of Evening Mists by Tan Twan Eng

Extendig both my hands, I took the painting from him. Then, surprising even myself, I bowed to him, pleating my body almost in half. When I raised my head again we were both aware that it had been made in complete sincerity.

From The Garden of Evening Mists by Tan Twan Eng

Far from the Madding Crowd by Thomas Hardy

It had been a completely honest action and such actions are seeds carried on the wind. Nobody can tell where, or in what circumstances, they will bear fruit.

From Regeneration by Pat Barker

I see friends shaking hands saying how do you do

they’re really saying I love you

From What a Wonderful World by Bob Thiele and George David Weiss