“For no real reason – well, perhaps because of the seriousness under the trees or Nader’s hair, which was very messy and covered in little grass seeds – Katie began to giggle. She knew it was wrong, yet it was also natural. She covered her mouth with both hands, but Nader was already pale with revulsion. He turned and marched… — Carla H Krueger Copy Share
“The breeze around them seemed to drop – dead – like a door to the best things had just closed.” — Carla H Krueger Copy Share Image
“Men circle like bees around honey, buzzing to communicate their sexual despair.” — Carla H Krueger Copy Share Image
“Are there not times, Ridley, when you yourself wish only to hear the best in people – and not to be dragged downwards into… — Carla H Krueger Copy Share Image
“He’s in a side room alone with her and it’s far too fucking hot.” — Carla H Krueger Copy Share Image
“She heard him speak, but did not recognise the problem in his voice – only later did she realise it was that thing he’d… — Carla H Krueger Copy Share Image
“Maxwell D. Kalist is a receiving teller at a city bank, Orwell and Finch, where he runs an efficient department of twenty two clerks and twelve junior clerks. He carries a leather-bound vade mecum everywhere with him – a handbook of the most widely contravened banking rules. He works humourlessly (on the surface of it) in a private, perfectly square… — Carla H Krueger Copy Share
“To Kalist, Baumauer’s just a timber bridge in need of a good hot fire.” — Carla H Krueger Copy Share Image
“Without pride, man becomes a parasite – and there are already too many parasites.” — Carla H Krueger Copy Share Image
