“His dying mind conjured up one last, reassuring thought. In the end, don't we all come from dust anyway? We come from dust... and we end as dust. The oh-so-short passage in between is the bit we call 'life'. Everything… — Alex Scarrow Copy Share Image
“She hates that word. Nice is what you call ice cream, or a paper doily, or fluffy bunny rabbit print pattern.” — Alex Scarrow Copy Share Image
“In a world like this with no laws, no charter of human rights, it's the women who suffer. It's the women who learn what… — Alex Scarrow Copy Share Image
“It was easy enough to invent theological-sounding passages, provided you used the right language. Most people presumed you were quoting something too obscure for… — Alex Scarrow Copy Share Image
“It sounded like walls tumbling, liberty bells chiming, government buildings being stormed. It sounded like a revolution. It sounded like hope.” — Alex Scarrow Copy Share Image
“The best way to filter out the bad seeds was to place a job ad for Prime Minister in a national newspaper and all… — Alex Scarrow Copy Share Image
“I sometimes wish I could “reboot”,’ said Sal. ‘Empty my head and start over.” — Alex Scarrow Copy Share Image
“If you're reading this, then I guess someone, somewhere does go through the rubbish and read every piece of paper that gets balled up… — Alex Scarrow Copy Share Image
After all, what more does a true genius want? The mind itself is the palace where all the real treasures, the works of art,… — Alex Scarrow Copy Share Image
“She laughed. 'See? You can do philosophy!' He rolled his eyes and shook his head. 'Don't insult me.” — Alex Scarrow Copy Share Image
