“Mori smiled properly. The lines around his eyes were deeper than usual now. They made him look like an old photograph of a young man, often crushed, but ironed carefully so that only the ghosts of the marks remained.” — Natasha Pulley Copy Share Image
“I'd always thought it was gaudy, but standing there watching him beside the gold and glass shrine, I realised that his was a candlelight… — Natasha Pulley Copy Share Image
“Being mad isn't an excuse for being vague. Can we at least have specific madness?” — Natasha Pulley Copy Share Image
“Nobody wants a house in Osaka,' he said, and it was strange to hear him switch suddenly to foreign pronunciation in the middle of… — Natasha Pulley Copy Share Image
“Tallis with no pedal, Handel with, even the horrible organ piece that had been written for someone with three hands. He had thought it… — Natasha Pulley Copy Share Image
“Mori made an unwilling sound. 'I don't like Western art.' 'No look at this.' He lifted it from its package. It wasn't heavy. 'It's… — Natasha Pulley Copy Share Image
“I'm a Buddhist. You might have a Christian obligation to catch pneumonia while you sit for two and a half hours listening to some… — Natasha Pulley Copy Share Image
“It is not summer, England doesn't have summer, it has continuous autumn with a fortnight's variation here and there.” — Natasha Pulley Copy Share Image
“People are like bees. They’re all workers who could be queens, with the right stuff, but once a queen-making has begun, it can’t be… — Natasha Pulley Copy Share Image
“My uncle is a phrenologist and says that the shape of his skull is typical of a liar.” — Natasha Pulley Copy Share Image
“Stop looking at it as an impossible thing and start looking at it as a thing that must be done.” — Natasha Pulley Copy Share Image
“Why do you hate Indians? You know white people are are much worse, don't you? It isn't as though there's some kind of international… — Natasha Pulley Copy Share Image
