“ Literature is the question without the answer. Philosophy is the answer without the question. Chloe Thurlow
“ Love is like being on a small boat in the middle of the sea with no compass and no one to rely on except each other. Chloe Thurlow
“ Love enters us like a vague ailment. Your head spins. Your underarms tingle. Love hurts and love has consequences: marriage, babies, separation, longing, human complications. Chloe Thurlow
“ In life there are perfect moments. You cannot plan them - the very act interferes with the laws of the universe - but you must be ready to recognise them when they come. Chloe Thurlow
“ I read the novel I had been writing for several months with an odd sense that it was the work of a stranger. I usually work in the dead hours of night and surprising the manuscript mid-morning reveale… Chloe Thurlow
“ You enter a book as if you are setting out on a journey and, if it is a good book, you will be a different person when you reach the end. Chloe Thurlow
“ Reading - like masturbation - is something you do alone and very little in life brings more pleasure. Chloe Thurlow
“ Don't waste time with people who waste time. Time is precious, fragile as a butterfly wing, meaningful as an orgasm. Chloe Thurlow
“ We are drawn to repetition. We can watch the tide rolling for hours into shore. The clouds skittering across the sky. We can listen to the pulsing beat of bongo drums and are drawn magnetically to the… Chloe Thurlow
“ A really good kiss is like a secret you want to share. A really good kiss reminds you why it’s hard to decide on the right lipstick. The first kiss stays in you’re mind – forever. Time expands with a… Chloe Thurlow
“ The kiss is the greatest of gifts, uniquely human. A kiss before midnight. A kiss before dying. The Judas kiss. The kiss of the devil. A big wet smacker beneath the mistletoe. More can be said with a… Chloe Thurlow
“ Girls love kissing. Our lips replicate the lips we discreetly hide. We redden lips to show the health and allure of our labia, the welcoming of your tongue in our mouth a foretaste of lips moistened a… Chloe Thurlow
“ Love is the colour of spring sunshine muted through old windows. Love has a taste, a texture - dark chocolate with pistachios; a sound - wind chimes echoing from a distant hill; a rhythm - the tango,… Chloe Thurlow
