“ Meeting Hettie again made him achingly conscious once more of the irrefutable nature of his obsession with her. Obsession - or love? Or was it something more unhealthy - a kind of craving, an addictio… William Boyd
“ I walked out this evening to the bottom of the garden and smoked a cigarette. Last week I planted an acer in the furthest bed from the house, in honour of our new baby. The sapling is as tall as me an… William Boyd
“ Are our lives just the aggregate of the lies we've told? ('Lives' - the 'v' is silent.) William Boyd
“ It was pleasant - and the sense of otherness was nice, that there were two people involved in this process, that we were each giving something to the other. William Boyd
“ Those of us who have the luck to enjoy good health forget about this vast parallel universe of the unwell-their daily miseries, their banal ordeals. Only when you cross that frontier into the world of… William Boyd
“ Lysander saw that they were displaying all the timeworn and conventional feints and poor disguises of lovers meeting in a public place and hoping the real nature of their relationship would be invisib… William Boyd
“ A warm sunny evening, the plash and gurgle of the waves in the rock pools, the rush of the cold gin. I thought for the first time of my novel, abandoned, all these years, and I came up, unprompted, wi… William Boyd
“ The wounded, the incomplete, the unbalanced, the malfunctioning, the ill seek each other out: like attracted to like. William Boyd
“ Maybe we should go by tube', he said.A taxi'll come', she said. 'I'm in no hurry'.She remembered something a woman in Paris had told her once. A woman in her forties, much married, elegant, a little w… William Boyd
