Balance was so elusive: either it was like this, too fast, or there was the heavy thing like wading through a swamp to get to the end of a sentence.
Anne came downstairs wearing a white cotton dress almost indistinguishable from the white cotton nightgown she had taken off.
Ninety per cent of the drugs were for him and ten per cent for Natasha, a woman who remained an impenetrable mystery to him during the six months they lived together. The only thing he felt certain ab...
It was as if every time she played the ace of spades, it was beaten by a small trump.
If they made a film of my inner life, it would be more than the public could take. Mothers would scream, Bring back The Texas Chainsaw Massacre, so we can have some decent family entertainment!
He was perfect in his way,’ said Patrick.
Everything was usual. That was depression: being stuck, clinging to an out-of-date version of oneself.
A celebrity these days is somebody you’ve never heard of,
The real failure: that he couldn’t be the sort of father he wanted to be, a man who had transcended his ancestral muddle and offered his children unhaunted love. He had made it out of what he thought...
Try as one might to live on the edge, thought Patrick, getting into the other lift, there was no point in competing with people who believed what they saw on television.
This nervous action, which he sometimes performed every few minutes, was like a man crossing himself before an alter- the Drugs; the Cash; and the Holy Ghost of Credit.
People think they are individuals because they use the word ''I'' so often.
If we can’t control our conscious responses, what chance do we have against the influences we haven’t recognized?
If the Watson-Scotts were just a little too obscure, at least everyone was agreed that Bridget was flavour of the month and he was a lucky dog to have her.
I still get more wedding invitations, but I find I enjoy the memorials more.’ ‘Because you don’t have to bring a present?’ ‘Well, that helps a great deal, but mainly because one gets a better crowd wh...
A little Indian guy being sneered at by monsters of English privilege would normally have unleashed the full weight of Anne’s loyalty to underdogs, but this time it was wiped out by Vijay’s enormous d...
No, no, I just meant…’ Patrick felt he was coming from too many directions at once.