“The earthquakes in people's heads, half the city's population was cracked, a rabble of doom-merchants, psychos, ghouls. They could smell a funeral a mile off, and out they crawled, out of the woodwork. A funeral lit them up, it was… — Rupert Thomson Copy Share Image
“While still practising law, he'd run a hearse-rental agency. Then, later, he'd bought into a handkerchief factory in Baker Park. Their most famous innovation… — Rupert Thomson Copy Share
“Vasco bought a bottle of vodka to celebrate and they drank it in the old sailors' graveyard in Mangrove South. This was where the… — Rupert Thomson Copy Share
“At first he didn't know where he was, whose voice it was. He must have been asleep. And waking suddenly, like that, you woke… — Rupert Thomson Copy Share
“It was as if Jed had moved from one dimension to another. His original dimension hadn't reported him missing, and his new dimension didn't… — Rupert Thomson Copy Share
“He woke early the next morning. It was still cool, but he opened the window and, leaning on the ledge, looked down at the… — Rupert Thomson Copy Share
“He was dropped under a streetlamp, the only person left on the bus. A patch of mauled light. Gritty pavement, scarred with a million… — Rupert Thomson Copy Share
“You must tell me about it when you do,' she said. 'When you make love for the first time, I mean. I want to… — Rupert Thomson Copy Share
“That's what birthdays were. Days when you found out where you stood. Who was on your side and who wasn't. Nothing to do with… — Rupert Thomson Copy Share
“Did I tell you about Anton?" Loots said. Anton?" I shook my head. It was a week ago, Loots said. There had been a… — Rupert Thomson Copy Share
“Sometimes it seemed as if he'd always been very old. People said that time lasted for ever when you were young. That was lies.… — Rupert Thomson Copy Share
“He looked both proud and guilty of something. As if happiness was a reward and he wasn't sure he'd done enough to deserve it.” — Rupert Thomson Copy Share
“Jed was used to isolation. His face was like some kind of cul-de-sac. It said NO THROUGH ROAD to most people. Confronted with him,… — Rupert Thomson Copy Share
“She was someone who heard each grain in the hour-glass, she felt the passing seconds like sandpaper against her softest skin. Time actually seemed… — Rupert Thomson Copy Share
“There's love and everybody talks about it, but not all of us come close to it - or, if we do, it's not in… — Rupert Thomson Copy Share
