Slow Horses - Mick Herron

• The phlegmatic cool of the British crowd was oft-remarked, and frequently absent. 
• His presence discourages. He wears an air of repressed violence, of a grudge carried long enough that it's ceased to matter to him where he lays it down, and he'll watch you until you're out of his sight.
• Like most pleasures, this one diminished the more you indulged it. 
• There is always someone watching. Make sure they're not seeing what they think they are.
• ...saw a world of tall glass buildings. They were mostly in darkness, towers of un-illuminated windows casting back pinpricks of light they'd found on the streets below of the skies above...
• ...was holding his breadth, as if he were hiding, rather than being hidden. It half-occurred to him that if these bastards knew how English he was, how wary of drawing attention to himself, they'd forget the colour of his skin and embrace him as one of their own...