The Little Drummer Girl

The Little Drummer Girl by John le Carré
My rating: 4 of 5 stars

Ah, classic le Carré. I do enjoy his spy thrillers--this one with an actress who is lured into the spy world to put on the performance of her life. Only where does the performance start and stop? What is real life? Loved the book, loved the mini-series, too.

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Faith leaves a vacuum behind it when it goes away.

With time, just by holding it in focus, you find yourself remembering what a fatuous thing a car really is without man to give it meaning.

magpie eye for pretty toys, pretty ladies, and pretty cars.

She picked out these details with accuracy because there are times when details can supply the only link with reality.

She remembered him in Greece, telling her that the floodlighting of ancient sites was an act of modern vandalism, because the temples were built to be seen with the sun above them, not below. 
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their whole shared fiction was nothing but foreplay for this night of fact.

As each beautiful thing went by, she cast her heart after it, trying to attach to it and slow it down.  But nothing stayed, nothing left an imprint on her mind; they were breath on polished glass.