In a world of twelve-years-olds in sexy boots and nans in sparkly mini-dresses, the surest way to tell the prostitute walking into a hotel at Heathrow is to look for the lady in the designer suit. — Belle De Jour
He'd visited Thel in New York countless times, including that fateful night last New Year's Eve when he'd started to have the wrong thoughts - the ones that were recorded by the nans and reported to his wife - reported to everyone. — David Simpson