I have found that in fiction one is freer to speak the truth, if only because in fiction the truth is not expected or required. You may easily disguise it, so that it is only recognized much later, when the… — Philip Sington Copy Share Image
I have found that in fiction one is freer to speak the truth, if only because in fiction the truth is not expected or… — Philip Sington Copy Share Image
We drank our coffee the Russian way. That is to say we had vodka before it and vodka afterwards. — Philip Sington Copy Share Image
“Her hair, just long enough now to tie back in a knot, had a coppery sheen, a hint of fire in the darkness.” — Philip Sington Copy Share Image
Desire is an appetite, quickly sated. Longing is a wound, an opening in the heart or the spirit. Whatever the cause, whatever the duration,… — Philip Sington Copy Share Image
“…it seemed to Kirsch that the most reliable guide to the mental landscape of a patient was the patient himself. He was better placed… — Philip Sington Copy Share Image
One of the joys of being in love is that it clarifies your priorities. Complication arises from not knowing what you want. — Philip Sington Copy Share Image
“The wind funnelled down the covered platform, jostling the passengers and tearing at their clothes. A woman's scarf whipped by overhead, somersaulting as if… — Philip Sington Copy Share Image
And then they would watch her closely as the dark, coagulated masses took form before her eyes, became flesh and bone, became gradually human.… — Philip Sington Copy Share Image
“He reached into the grate, picked out a couple of scraps, smoothed them out, leaning close to the flickering light. He was curious to… — Philip Sington Copy Share Image
The future can always wait so long as the here-and-now is rapturous. — Philip Sington Copy Share Image
All writers are insecure, the male ones especially. It's well known. Why else would they spend so much time on make-believe? They're only happy… — Philip Sington Copy Share Image
The railway was part scalpel, part movie camera, slicing the city open, parading its inner workings at fifty frames per second. It was on… — Philip Sington Copy Share Image
One thing I knew about the novelist’s task: when in doubt, write; when empty, write; when afraid, write. Nothing is more impenetrable than the… — Philip Sington Copy Share Image
“Problems are there to be solved. How dull life would be without them.” — Philip Sington Copy Share Image
