The written word is so much like evidence — like something that can be used against you later.
The world is being run by people my age, men my age, with falling-out hair and health worries, and it frightens me. When the leaders were older than me I could believe in their wisdom, I could believe...
The threshold of a new house is a lonely place.
The temptation is to stay inside; to subside into the kind of recluse whom neighborhood children regard with derision and little awe; to let the hedges and weeds grow up, to allow the doors to rust sh...
The question about the page is: what is beneath it? It seems to have only two dimensions, you can pick it up and turn it over and the back is the same as the front. Nothing, you say, disappointed.But...
The prospect of his future life stretched before him like a sentence; not a prison sentence, but a long-winded sentence with a lot of unnecessary subordinate clauses,
The only way you can write the truth is to assume that what you set down will never be read.
The ochre-yellow linoleum floor hasn't been scrubbed for some time; splotches of dirt bloom on it like grey pressed flowers.
The moon. Even though we know it’s coming. Every time we see it, it makes us pause, and hush.
The lock splits. The iron gate swings open. She emerges, raises her arms towards the suddenly chilled moon. The world changes.
The liver is evil and must be punished.
The human mind was the last thing to be commercialized but they’re doing a good job of it now;
The heart of Jesus glowed, because it was holy. Holy things glowed in general.
The door of Reverend Verringer’s impressive manse is opened by an elderly female with a face like a pine plank; the Reverend is unmarried, and has need of an irreproachable housekeeper. Simon is usher...
The combination of presence and anonymity - confession without penance, truth without consequences - it has its attractions. Getting the blood off your hands, one way or another.
The cemetery has ... an inscription: 'Though I walk through the Valley of the Shadow of Death I will Fear No Evil, For Thou Art With Me.' Yes, it does feel deceptively safer with two; but Thou is a sl...
The best way of keeping a secret is to pretend there isn't one.
The animals have no need for speech, why talk when you are a word.
The air is saturated with the stink of perfumes at war. There are video screens on which flawless complexions turn, preen, sigh through their parted lips, are caressed. On other screens are close-ups...
That way nobody feels exploited.Wait a minute, says Stan. Nobody’s exploited?I said nobody feels exploited, says Budge. Different thing.