“I need bruschetta (that's "broo-SKET-uh," not "brushetter," a slender piece of ciabatta toasted and brushed with garlic and oil and covered in fresh tomato and basil-- the chunks inevitably fall off the bread and the olive oil runs over your… — Nick Harkaway Copy Share Image
A woman who can eat a real bruschetta is a woman you can love and who can love you. Someone who pushes the thing away because it's messy is never going to cackle at you toothlessly across the living room… — 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
