They have run out of things to say. This is fine. They sit in a companionable silence and the night grows around them. This is absolutely fine.
(about Mike Pendreich and Murdo, p 25)
In the afternoon Mike goes for a walk around the town, [….] pleased to be back but thankful he’ll soon be leaving.
(about Mike, p 37)
An old fellow, mid-sixties maybe. Mike has to check himself for thinking that. Old? The guy’s probably only ten years older than he is. Bang. One minute you’re a student, the next you’re a pensioner.
He watches her shaping the words in her head before she lets them out. There is something hugely civilised about allowing long pauses in a conversation. Very few people can stand that kind of silence.
(about Mike & Jean Barbour, p 40)