“So, there it was in a nutshell. Poverty led him to religion, religion to education, education to lust, lust to communism. And Communism had brought him back full circle to poverty.” — Colin Cotterill Copy Share Image
“Like you, I grew up in a remote animist village. But then I went to a strict Catholic education in France. I was perfectly content to accept the grand Shee Yee of the Otherworld and the Lord B, and Jesus… — Colin Cotterill Copy Share Image
“Siri let out a silent puff of air. If he’d had a wife like this he would certainly have shot her long ago.” — Colin Cotterill Copy Share Image
“May I ask how your revolution's going? Revolutions always go more smoothly around a campfire in the jungle than they do in real life.” — Colin Cotterill Copy Share Image
“All right, here comes the philosophy. You can leave if you like but I suggest you stick it out. You don’t measure your own… — Colin Cotterill Copy Share Image
“The woman’s brain has two hemispheres,” she slurred. “One for loving, one for hating. They can operate quite competently at the same time.” — Colin Cotterill Copy Share Image
“I’m sure he doesn’t see it as aimless. We all have different goals. His are achievable.” — Colin Cotterill Copy Share Image
“More panic. More emergencies and disasters. Soon, emergencies fell into a sort of natural ranking: drop-everything emergencies, do-what-you-can emergencies, and you’ll just-have-to-wait emergencies. Disasters,… — Colin Cotterill Copy Share Image
“Encounters with the living always drained him more than those with the dead.” — Colin Cotterill Copy Share Image
“A good communist,” the man had said, “does not let go of the plough halfway across the paddy and leave the buffalo to find… — Colin Cotterill Copy Share Image
“I dreamed the world was an awful place,” he said. “It wasn’t a dream,” she told him.” — Colin Cotterill Copy Share Image
“Dipping a cockroach in ink and having it scamper around the page would have left more legible traces to the average reader.” — Colin Cotterill Copy Share Image
He put his hand on his forehead and scoured the French department of his memory for a word. He knew it was in there.… — Colin Cotterill Copy Share Image
