Budapest is a prime site for dreams: the East’s exuberant vision of the West, the West’s uneasy hallucination of the East. It is a dreamed-up city; a city almost completely faked; a city invented out of other cities, out of… — M. John Harrison Copy Share Image
“Instead, as the crystal splinters entered Hornwrack's brain, he experienced two curious dreams of the Low City, coming so quickly one after the other that they seemed simultaneous. In the first, long shadows moved across the ceiling frescoes of the… — M. John Harrison Copy Share Image
Identity is not negotiable. An identity you have achieved by agreement is always a prison. — M. John Harrison Copy Share Image
I think it's undignified to read for the purposes of escape. After you grow up, you should start reading for other purposes — M. John Harrison Copy Share Image
“As they moved from exhibit to exhibit like reluctant tourists in some artist's studio, Buffin sat on a stool with his limbs tense. He… — M. John Harrison Copy Share Image
“He ran toward the light. When he passed the corpse of his dead friend, he began to weep again. He picked up his sword.… — M. John Harrison Copy Share Image
“Some internal process held him rapt. He had begun, perhaps, to map the paths inside himself which led to the Past. This gave him… — M. John Harrison Copy Share Image
Budapest is a prime site for dreams: the East’s exuberant vision of the West, the West’s uneasy hallucination of the East. It is a… — M. John Harrison Copy Share Image
Writing's like gambling. Unpredictable and sporadic successes make you more addicted, not less. — M. John Harrison Copy Share Image
“You can't cure people of their character,' she read. After this he had crossed something out then gone on, 'You can't even change yourself.… — M. John Harrison Copy Share Image
“When the landed gentry cut up a seed cake for tea it makes no difference to the cake which of them holds the knife;… — M. John Harrison Copy Share Image
Egnaro is a secret known to everyone but yourself. It is a country or a city to which you have never been; it is… — M. John Harrison Copy Share Image
