To value the tradition of, and the discipline required for, the craft of fiction seems today pointless. The real Arcadia is a lonely, mountainous plateau, overbouldered and strewn with the skulls of sheep slain for vellum and old bitten pinions… — Alexander Theroux Copy Share Image
Will I have to use a dictionary to read your book?" asked Mrs. Dodypol. "It depends," says I, "how much you used the dictionary… — Alexander Theroux Copy Share
“...we are willing to lose ourselves in another as we exchange fates with one whom we love but on whom our heart is nevertheless… — Alexander Theroux Copy Share
Adultery is the vice of equivocation. It is not marriage but a mockery of it, a merging that mixes love and dread together like… — Alexander Theroux Copy Share
The particular source of frustration of women observing their own self-study and measuring their worth as women by the distance they kept from men… — Alexander Theroux Copy Share
The parrot holds its food for prim consumption as daintily as any debutante, [with] a predilection for pot roast, hashed-brown potatoes, duck skin, butter,… — Alexander Theroux Copy Share
Nothing is quite as bad as being without privacy and lonely at the same time. — Alexander Theroux Copy Share
The urge for Chinese food is always unpredictable: famous for no occasion, standard fare for no holiday, and the constant as to demand is… — Alexander Theroux Copy Share
Faculty Meetings are held whenever the need to show off is combined with the imperative of accomplishing nothing. — Alexander Theroux Copy Share
“. . . it is called 'camel case' or 'intercapping' -- of writing small letters next to large in the same word, as in… — Alexander Theroux Copy Share
Hypocrisy is the essence of snobbery, but all snobbery is about the problem of belonging. — Alexander Theroux Copy Share
September: it was the most beautiful of words, he’d always felt, evoking orange-flowers, swallows, and regret. — Alexander Theroux Copy Share
We all end up living secret lives. We create what we are willing to admire and admiring what we shouldn't confess to the secret… — Alexander Theroux Copy Share
It's true, you can never eat a pet you name. And anyway, it would be like a ventriloquist eating his dummy. — Alexander Theroux Copy Share
