“ Suffering, he thought later, could rob a man of his empathy, could turn him selfish, could make him depreciate all other sufferers. Eleanor Catton
“ But could he endure it, that other men knew her in a way that he, Staines, did not? He did not know. Eleanor Catton
“ The saxophone does not speak that language. The saxophone speaks the language of the underground, the jaded melancholy of the half-light—grimy and sexy and sweaty and hard. It is the language of orpha… Eleanor Catton
“ Love cannot be reduced to a catalogue of reasons why, and a catalogue of reasons cannot be put together into love. Eleanor Catton
