“So he lay there, desperate as a beetle fallen on its back, trying not to think of all the things he did not want to think of, as the dawn sifted into the room like a radiant gray dust.” — Benjamin Black Copy Share Image
“Love was love, and always demanded more than a lover was capable of giving.” — Benjamin Black Copy Share Image
“four o’clock the daylight was already curling insidious fingers round the edges of the curtains in his bedroom. He” — Benjamin Black Copy Share Image
“occurred to him that he was sick of being Quirke, but knew there was no one else he could be. “I” — Benjamin Black Copy Share Image
“Physically, too, he had faded, his features become indistinct, as if a fine sifting of dust had settled uniformly over him.” — Benjamin Black Copy Share Image
“We all have a duty to try to make the world a better place, Quirke.” — Benjamin Black Copy Share Image
“She could see and smell and touch and hear, but somehow she could hardly feel at” — Benjamin Black Copy Share Image
“All the same, she wondered if they did know what she thought and felt, if they knew without knowing, in that way the Irish… — Benjamin Black Copy Share Image
“Phoebe lay rigid, staring into the darkness. It was often like this; she would go to sleep and then after an hour or two… — Benjamin Black Copy Share Image
“But sometimes when you are getting nowhere, you have to give the wasps' nest a wallop” — Benjamin Black Copy Share Image
