“For the love of Mary, I get it, she's got a nifty twat. Tell me what I need to know and you… — Glen Duncan Copy Share Image
Pain revealed the paltry dimensions of love. The paltry dimensions of everything, in fact, except pain. — Glen Duncan Copy Share Image
Falling in love makes the unknown known. Falling out of love reverses the process. — Glen Duncan Copy Share Image
What interests me is love, sex, death, cruelty, compassion and the desire for meaning in an apparently godless universe. In other words… — Glen Duncan Copy Share Image
“He loved the feel and smell of her palm and because he was one of those men who was always ultimately looking… — Glen Duncan Copy Share Image
Once you've stopped loving someone breaking his or her heart's just an unpleasant chore you have to get behind you. My God,… — Glen Duncan Copy Share Image
The winter of 1991 found me stunned and shivering in the aftermath of an imploded love affair. Being 26, I flung myself… — Glen Duncan Copy Share Image
“The rain had stopped and the sky was absurdly pretty, a single layer of floury cloudlets pinked and peached by the rising… — Glen Duncan Copy Share Image
“The absurdity of it, she thought, this quest for the love of a man who was her equal. She loathed herself for… — Glen Duncan Copy Share Image
“It wasn't love at first sight. They ran into each other one morning in a sunny clearing in the forest. A few… — Glen Duncan Copy Share Image
“... all his strength gathered in his hips and chest and his arms wrapped around me and his breath jabbed soft and… — Glen Duncan Copy Share Image
“He'd seen her not really recognising him, not really, when it came down to it, caring who he was. It was disgusting,… — Glen Duncan Copy Share Image
This is love: You stop bothering about the universal, the general, get sucked instead into the local and particular: When will I… — Glen Duncan Copy Share Image
“Suddenly, he missed her, their shared history. The way they remained tuned to each other across a room full of people. He's… — Glen Duncan Copy Share Image
“For the longest time the romantic explanation for low rates of female infection endured: Possession of a womb, it was supposed, conferred… — Glen Duncan Copy Share Image
“I saw our future together compressed into a moment; our faces changing, desire having to cope and reinvent itself at each new… — Glen Duncan Copy Share Image
Nineteenth-century English literature I know; 19th-century sewage systems, not so much. — Glen Duncan Copy Share
“For the longest time the romantic explanation for low rates of female infection endured: Possession of a womb, it was supposed, conferred a gentleness… — Glen Duncan Copy Share
“The question 'What was there before creation?' is meaningless. Time is a property of creation, therefore before creation there was no before creation.” — Glen Duncan Copy Share
“The beauty spot by her lip was one of a dozen or so scattered over her body. My new constellations.” — Glen Duncan Copy Share
Fairy tales read before bed tend to make me dream. They're all quite violent stories, as are my dreams. — Glen Duncan Copy Share
I don’t know where the universe came from or what happens to creatures when they die. I don’t know if the whole thing’s an… — Glen Duncan Copy Share
In a fit of pique, I said to my agent, 'I'm going to write something you can sell.' The idea was to write a… — Glen Duncan Copy Share
“The Mortals are free, Lucifer. What they've done they've done from within themselves. - Raphael” — Glen Duncan Copy Share
One day the ordinariness will be terminally punctuated by the extraordinary full stop of death. — Glen Duncan Copy Share
When I see gurgling retarded children (that's God's doing, by the way, not mine) happily styling their hair with their own stinking mards, I… — Glen Duncan Copy Share
“She understood the genre constraints, the decencies we were supposed to be observing. The morally cosy vision allows the embrace of monstrosity only as… — Glen Duncan Copy Share
“Show us the world's not the way we thought it was and part of us rejoices.” — Glen Duncan Copy Share
“It’s just what you’re stuck with, the lousy furniture you can’t change. The educated me knows hell’s nothing, a fiction I happened to inherit.… — Glen Duncan Copy Share
“Afterwards, sitting on my bunk, I cried. I read somewhere that when you’re a kid it’s people’s cruelty that makes you cry, then when… — Glen Duncan Copy Share
“The absurdity of it, she thought, this quest for the love of a man who was her equal. She loathed herself for it. She… — Glen Duncan Copy Share
