“I built and I built— heaven knows I have done that well. Those skyscrapers, full of tenants, floor after floor, and not a single room containing you. You asked why I came here to Rome. I never cared about the… — Tom Rachman Copy Share Image
“I got myself into a tangle. I tied myself in knots. I built and I built–heaven knows I have done that well. Those skyscrapers, full of tenants, floor after floor, and not a single room containing you.” — Tom Rachman Copy Share Image
At the outset, my notion of being a writer was that you would have moments of inspiration and moments of frustration, when you'd crumple… — Tom Rachman Copy Share Image
“He cannot deny a certain relief in being able to sift through academic tomes, fulfilling his journalistic duty without having to barge past security… — Tom Rachman Copy Share Image
My intent was to gain experience for fiction I eventually hoped to write. But there's no question I was drawn in by the hope… — Tom Rachman Copy Share Image
“I built and I built— heaven knows I have done that well. Those skyscrapers, full of tenants, floor after floor, and not a single… — Tom Rachman Copy Share Image
“What is wrong with guys? Half are molting; half are nothing but undergrowth.” — Tom Rachman Copy Share Image
“What I really fear is time. That's the devil: whipping us on when we'd rather loll, so the present sprints by, impossible to grasp,… — Tom Rachman Copy Share Image
My parents used to rent old movies - my whole childhood is in black and white - and it was my dream to make… — Tom Rachman Copy Share Image
I went to the University of Toronto to study the history and theory of film, in the back of my mind thinking I'd go… — Tom Rachman Copy Share Image
The training of a journalist, of working with words for thousands of hours, is extraordinarily useful for a fiction writer. — Tom Rachman Copy Share Image
During my past career as a journalist, I relished writing obits and equally dreaded phoning relatives for the necessary facts. But to my surprise… — Tom Rachman Copy Share Image
“Don't people drown their sorrows in things like scotch? Not strawberry whatever-it's-called.” — Tom Rachman Copy Share Image
