And don't tell me the end justifies the means because it doesn't. We never reach the end. All we ever get is means. That's what we live with. — Nick Harkaway Copy Share Image
“We were deluged together in the raw, unbalanced Stuff of the universe. Inevitable consequence: My own little reification. I was made flesh, and in… — Nick Harkaway Copy Share Image
“Her eyes are very bright. She loves senses, loves the world. He finds that…admirable, and a bit daunting. I am a mole. I am… — Nick Harkaway Copy Share Image
“An ugly calm lay over the streets like the anticipation of a beating.” — Nick Harkaway Copy Share Image
If we one day cease to exist, what will be remarkable is that we were ever here at all. — Nick Harkaway Copy Share Image
“Crotch biting menace:I have my mouth in close proximity to your genitals.Oh thou man who talks to my mistress over coffee.Do not irk or… — Nick Harkaway Copy Share Image
“She has to admit privately that she may be mad. Although if so, it is a merciless, clear-sighted sort of madness and not at… — Nick Harkaway Copy Share Image
“Dressing, I chose the second shirt, the one softened in the mouth of a trained and perfumed albino hippopotamus and made entirely of pigeon's… — Nick Harkaway Copy Share Image
No. The moral of the story in so far as it has one is that cannibals can study logic, and that if you are… — Nick Harkaway Copy Share Image
“Kershaw had long ago realised, apparently, that dealing with Brits was tricky. You had to listen to what a Brit was saying -- which… — Nick Harkaway Copy Share Image
“Then he explained in a whisper that the plan was composed entirely of awesome. It was made and designed by the House of Awesome,… — nick harkaway Copy Share Image
“Yes. Edie Banister has gone postal. A very British sort of postal which does not involve shouting, but rather a sudden and total reverse… — Nick Harkaway Copy Share Image
