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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 4777132 | I wish I could run away," Rudger told Jersey as they both rushed in and out of various patients' rooms, darting around like little ants. "I can't leave and be on my own though, not right now, anyway." "Why?" asked Jersey, waving her flashlight in mid-air. Rudger froze for a second, a regretful haze emanating from his eyes. "It'd break her heart if I left." "Ain't that normal? For parents to have mixed feelings about their kids growin' up?" .. | backwater danvers-state drama emotional friendship gross heaert-heartbreak mental-hospital mommy normal norman-bates parent rebellion runaway rural small-town teen-roance | Rebecca McNutt | |
| fb136da | I was applying myself to the subtler connoisseurship of the out-of-season, days without warmth and nights without encounters, empty pleasure-grounds and the violence of the tides. | Alan Hollinghurst | ||
| 9ff4cd4 | Hello, Badger,' said Nick, still self-conscious at teasing a virtual stranger about the yellow-grey stripe in his dark hair, at having to enrol in the family cult of Badger as a character, but finding it easier after all than the sober, the critical, the almost hostile-sounding 'Derek'. Badger in turn was clearly puzzled by Nick's presence in his old friend's house and made facetious attempts at understanding him. It was a part of his gener.. | Alan Hollinghurst | ||
| 72c0482 | The seat I had taken was marked for the use of the elderly and handicapped, but had another claimant come, a figure like Charles, for instance, I would have been prepared to leave the train, when my stop came, with a lurching gait or limb held awry to designate my previously unguessed incapacity. | Alan Hollinghurst | ||
| eb40e72 | It's always his big day these days. He hardly has a small one. | Alan Hollinghurst | ||
| f30f8c7 | But of course he had never done more than hug Toby and kiss him on the cheek; he had twice had a peep at his penis at a college urinal. Here, in a tiny flat in unknown Willesden, he was talking to the mother of the man who called him not only a 'damn good fuck' but also a 'hot little cocksucker' with 'a first-class degree in arse-licking'. Which clearly was way beyond hugging and peeping. Nick gazed at her in a trance of revelation and grat.. | Alan Hollinghurst | ||
| 64c28d3 | The birdsong was so loud that after it had woken you it drove you back to sleep. | Alan Hollinghurst | ||
| 0a501fb | Peter was that magic person we all meet, if we're lucky, who shows us how to live our lives, and be ourselves. | Alan Hollinghurst | ||
| 56c0dba | It was a refinement of teasing, where you were never told why your answer was wrong. | Alan Hollinghurst | ||
| 457c779 | older vowels were showing through as he said that it was "awfully good of" his parents to have tolerated him." | Alan Hollinghurst | ||
| 6126812 | Then he stood up straight, sprang the catches, and released the heady and authentic gentleman's smell: toilet water, starch, and the slowly fading reek of leather. | Alan Hollinghurst | ||
| e529f2d | The peculiar things a singer did with words, the vowels that turned into other vowels under the strain of a high note, made it all harder and weirder. Picturing | Alan Hollinghurst | ||
| 940d1a9 | My months in the Scrubs were a kind of desert in time: beyond their strict and ascetic routines they were featureless, and it is hard in retrospect to know what one did on any day or even in any month. I had had, of course, some experience of deserts, even a taste for them, and knew how to fall back, like a camel on its fat, on an inner reserve of fantasy and contemplation. | Alan Hollinghurst | ||
| 9a45ec7 | the music expressed life and explained it and left you having to ask again. | Alan Hollinghurst | ||
| 7cd9190 | It is hard to do justice to old pleasures that cannot be revived--we seem half to disown our youthful selves, who loved and treasured them. | Alan Hollinghurst | ||
| cb4707e | I'm not sure what form I expected the threat to take; a police car actually stopping outside, a powerfully built black man darting up the drive? I had several dreams of siege, in which the house became a frail slatted box, shadowy and exquisite within, the walls all cracked and bleached louvres which fell to powder as one brushed against them. In one dream Arthur and I were there, and others, old school friends, a gaggle of black kids from .. | gay murder sleep | Alan Hollinghurst | |
| 3c673ab | Loving him was all interpretation, creative in its way. We barely used language at all to communicate: he sulked and thought I was putting him down if I made complicated remarks, and sometimes I felt numb at the compromise and self-suppression I submitted to. Yet beyond that it was all guesswork; we were thinking for two. The darkened air of the flat was full of the hints we made. The stupidity and the resentment were dreadful at times. But.. | language love resentment sex | Alan Hollinghurst | |
| 496fa0e | Outside, beyond where the light from our window fell, there was a deep inner well. The roof in which these rooms were built dropped steeply away, and facing us across the void were other similar dormers, unlit, their windows open into shadowy stillness. Above the roofline the sky was amorously transformed by the pink glare of the London dusk. | city dusk gay london | Alan Hollinghurst | |
| fc61c08 | There is a thumping silence, and the light of the one lamp across the wet tiled floor seems conscious that it will illuminate this and many other atrocities, just as it will go on shining through days and months of sudden speechless lusts, and all the intervening hours of silent emptiness. | bathroom gay lamp police | Alan Hollinghurst | |
| 1997e0c | I haunted and interrogated the past even as it interrogated me. London, Skinner's Lane, Brook Street, the Sudan - how had we passed all that time? Why did we not burn up every moment of it, as we would if we could have it all again? The journey back to England surfaced in dreams and occupied my days, the train to Wadi Halfa panting across the desert, reading old newspapers in the white, shuttered carriages while Taha, alas, was obliged to t.. | loss memory | Alan Hollinghurst | |
| 83d7abd | Consoling and yet absurd, how the sexual imagination took such easy possession of the ungiving world. I was certainly not alone in this carriage in sliding my thoughts between the legs of other passengers. Desires, brutal or tender, silent but evolved, were in the shiftless air, and hung about each jaded traveller, whose life was not as good as it might have been. | london train | Alan Hollinghurst | |
| c010a06 | It had come down in the storms several winters ago and he had watched it sink over time on the shattered branches beneath it, like a great gnarled monster protractedly lying down, bedding down in its own rot and wreckage. | Alan Hollinghurst | ||
| 46445a6 | She didn't know what Senta was saying, beyond the recurrent sounding of the word Mann, but she sensed the presence of passionate love, and felt the air of legend, which had a natural hold on her. | Alan Hollinghurst | ||
| 4d64362 | In truth the memoir was a game of postponement - a trick he played on himself almost daily, and fell for every time. There would be a poor and evasive morning, with letters to write as well, and a number of phone calls that had to be made; then lunch, at a place not necessarily close, and several things to do after lunch, with mounting anxiety in the two hours before six o'clock: and then a drink, a glow of resolve and sensible postponement.. | Alan Hollinghurst | ||
| 32063ce | As often with older people he was both bored and unaccountably involved at the same time. | Alan Hollinghurst | ||
| 470bb2b | He seemed to fade pretty quickly. He found himself yearning to know of their affairs, their successes, the novels and the new ideas that the few who remembered him might say he never knew, he never lived to find out. | Alan Hollinghurst | ||
| 42605f8 | Each person if he was lucky found the place where he could shine, and the person he could shine on. At Cranley Gardens Johnny had been audience, to Evert, to Ivan, to the whole clever, memoir-swapping gang. But with Pat he was a closely attended performer - he was funny, almost articulate, and rich in things worth saying. | loss love marriage relationships | Alan Hollinghurst | |
| 441b31d | in a house where he knew all the carpets as territories, castles, jumping squares, there was this other room with a carpet he had never jumped on. | Alan Hollinghurst | ||
| 4fbbdcf | History]... is nothing else but the rise and disappearance of races. | Arthur Kemp | ||
| dfff2c3 | God seems to have left the receiver off the hook, and time is running out. | Arthur Koestler | ||
| 4745f1e | The more original a discovery the more obvious it seems afterwards. | Arthur Koestler | ||
| 6f43b24 | The use of history as therapy means the corruption of history as history. | Arthur M. Schlesinger, Jr. | ||
| e28e504 | My entire film career's been dependent on my ability to look unattractive. | Anne Hathaway | ||
| 31af09d | One cannot philosophize in public any more than one can make love there. | Arthur Melzer | ||
| a925ca8 | A good newspaper, I suppose, is a nation talking to itself. | Arthur Miller | ||
| a75d14f | You specialize in something until one day you find it is specializing in you. | Arthur Miller | ||
| d273d63 | If I see an ending, I can work backward. | Arthur Miller | ||
| 9a89395 | A playwright lives in an occupied country... And if you can't live that way you don't stay. | Arthur Miller | ||
| 77a999b | Saeed went with his father to pray on the first Friday after the curfew's commencement, and Saeed prayer for peace and Saeed's father prayed for Saeed and the preacher in his sermon urged all the congregants to pry for the righteous to emerge victorious in the war but carefully refrained from specifying on which side of the conflict he thought the righteous to be. | prayer religion | Mohsin Hamid | |
| 0f05012 | Without alienation, there can be no politics. | Arthur Miller | ||
| 1aacb07 | I see your point, but can you name one classical Greek or Elizabethean shoemaker? | Arthur Miller | ||
| c12084d | An era can be said to end when its basic illusions are exhausted. | Arthur Miller | ||
| 4ef7379 | I don't know a critic who penetrates the center of anything. | Arthur Miller | ||
| 3f9c2a7 | They don't need me in New York. I'm the New England man. I'm vital in New England. | Arthur Miller |