Life wasn’t a continnum of events, although it wore the guise of exactly that. Instead, it was actually a carousel. In infancy, one mounted a galloping pony and started out on a journey during which one assumed that circumstances would change as the expedition continued. But the truth of life was that it was an endless repetition of what one had already experienced . . . round and round and up and down on that pony. And unless one dealt with whatever challenges one was meant to deal with along the route, those challenges appeared again and again in one form … Continue reading Quotes: A Traitor to Memory (Inspector Lynley #11) by Elizabeth George #Quotes #MysteryThriller #DetectiveFiction #Crime #Suspense