“The fat man looked amused. "What on earth for?" he said. "I never have any contact with writers. If I do, they just keep pestering me about getting paid.” — Lavie Tidhar Copy Share Image
“This is the time of myths. They are woven into the present like silk strands from the past, like a wire mesh from the… — Lavie Tidhar Copy Share Image
“What if the Cairo Conference of 1921 went ahead as planned, with Churchill and T.E. Lawrence and Gertrude Bell dividing up the Middle East… — Lavie Tidhar Copy Share Image
“What did you see? She says. Reaches around to fondle him again. This time he lets her. She feels him harden. I saw them… — Lavie Tidhar Copy Share Image
“I have a lot of time to think. To look at the strands of the past weave themselves into the knots of the present,… — Lavie Tidhar Copy Share Image
“These were the facts. Facts were important. They separated fiction from reality, the tawdry world of Mike Longshott from the concrete spaces of Joe's… — Lavie Tidhar Copy Share Image
“Books, he thought, were a sort of migratory bird. Here they rested a while, weary of their travels, before taking flight again, before moving,… — Lavie Tidhar Copy Share Image
“Destiny is like a book. It needs manufacturing, the pulp process, the glue fixed tightly--and it requires a binding, to hold it together, lest… — Lavie Tidhar Copy Share Image
“It's a small publication dedicated to a scholarly discourse of the Osamaverse.” — Lavie Tidhar Copy Share Image
“Joe looked out of the window again. He had the feeling that outside the window there should have been hover-cars, men in trilby hats… — Lavie Tidhar Copy Share Image
