Thursday, September 21, 2006

eloquent overspill

I am harvesting more quotes from my current reading than I can sow into my Booker blog. The extras will not be cast aside. They will appear here -


‘They flutter like dreaming eyes, delicate parts removed from the machine of sleep. They fall from the sparrow tree, soft fruit of their bones. Sparrows mating, fine clocks mating, begetting time, which scatters at angles, always at angles.’

‘Love occupied the spaces between, worries the edges of their consciousness like a song neither could quite remember.’

‘But this is the unreal place, the place at the heart of things, where there is no fake eccentricity instead of real madness, where, it seems to me, everything is trapped somehow, and has to struggle just not to become grotesque.’

Naeem Murr



‘Once you locked into language, all you could do was shuffle the greasy pack of a few thousand words that millions of people had used before.’

‘Neglected meanings piled up like unopened letters. She knew they contained ever more threatening reminders that her life was unexamined.’

Edward St Aubyn


‘I don’t know why somebody spending their time thinking would surprise anybody. There are thousands of thing to think about. When it comes to thinking, like is like a giant amusement park. When you walk into the park, you should want to go on all the rides.’

‘I stare at his black hair and the way it slides smoothly over the shoulders of his jacket. He must be made at least partly of silk.’

M. J. Hyland

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