15 quotes found
“There are always loose ends in real life.”
“Forever encased in the amber of a writer's prose.”
“The whole world's writing novels, but nobody's reading them.”
“the walking stick, like a burqa, conferred protective status...”
“..it is hard to throw off long-established love;Hard, but this you must manage somehow..”
“...the safest way of ensuring that secret information did not leak was not to tell anybody about it.”
“He wondered fleetingly how many people who sat alone for hours as they scribbled their stories practiced talking about their work during their coffee breaks....”
“...writers are a savage breed, Mr. Strike. If you want life-long friendship and selfless camaraderie, join the army and learn to kill. If you want a lifetime of temporary alliances with peers who w...”
“In the depths of his tiredness, surrounded by these blank, sheep-like visages, he found himself pondering the accidents that had brought all of them into being. Every birth was, viewed properly, me...”
“Hard to remember these days that there was a time you had to wait for the ink and paper reviews to see your work excoriated. With the invention of the internet, any subliterate cretin can be Michik...”
“Fancourt can't write women,' said Nina dismissively. 'He tries but he can't do it. His women are all temper, tits and tampons.”
“Can I ask who you are, sir?""Yeah, I expect so," said Strike, walking past him and ringing the doorbell. Anstis's dinner invitation notwithstanding, he was not feeling sympathetic to the police jus...”
“Perhaps she had received diamonds, Strike thought; she had always said she didn't care for such things, but when they argued the glitter of all he could not give her had sometimes been flung back h...”
“he talked until their food arrived, littering his chat with references to ninety k and a quarter of a mill, and every sentence was angled, like a mirror, to show him in the best possible light: his...”
“he talked until their food arrived, littering his chat with references to ‘ninety k’ and ‘a quarter of a mill’, and every sentence was angled, like a mirror, to show him in the best possible light:...”
