There are things in life we don't understand, and when we meet them, all we can do is let them alone. — William Boyd Copy Share Image
“So much for my great vendetta, so much for the tireless hunt for my betrayer. Isn't this how life turns out, more… — William Boyd Copy Share Image
“I write - poignantly, in the most heartfelt way - about how I miss her and how I detest my life in… — William Boyd Copy Share Image
“Maybe this is what life is like - we try to see clearly but what we see is never clear and is… — William Boyd Copy Share Image
“A Horrible thought: could this be the pattern of my life ahead? Every ambition thwarted, every dream stillborn? But a seconds reflection… — William Boyd Copy Share Image
“They are all about romance, about life's excitement and adventure and it's essential sadness and transience. They savour everything both fine and… — William Boyd Copy Share Image
“The pleasures of my life here are simple – simple, inexpensive and democratic. A warm hill of Marmande tomatoes on a roadside… — William Boyd Copy Share Image
“The view backward showed you all the twists and turns your life had taken, all the contingencies and chances, the random elements… — William Boyd Copy Share Image
“Are our lives just the aggregate of the lies we've told? ('Lives' - the 'v' is silent.)” — William Boyd Copy Share Image
When you experience bereavement at a youngish age, you suddenly realise that life is unjust and unfair, that bad things will happen,… — William Boyd Copy Share Image
I tend to admire dead people more than the living. All too often, human reality diminishes the glowing reputation. — William Boyd Copy Share Image
“Take a look at anyone’s life. Take a look at your own. In the long fold catastrophe that makes up your three-score… — William Boyd Copy Share Image
“Loss adjusters are noble men who frustrate and negate the bland promises of insurance. We act out of the great unbending principles… — William Boyd Copy Share Image
“what is it about me and basements? Why do I like the semi-subterranean life?” — William Boyd Copy Share Image
“Every life is both ordinary and extraordinary - it is the respective proportion of those two categories that make that life appear… — William Boyd Copy Share Image
“Those were the years when I was truly happy. Knowing that is both a blessing and a curse. It's good to acknowledge… — William Boyd Copy Share Image
“You know that feeling, when you can almost see the two or several directions your life might take ahead of you, a… — William Boyd Copy Share Image
“That's ally our life amounts to in the end: the aggregate of all the good luck and the bad luck you experience.… — William Boyd Copy Share Image
As a novelist, where do you go to tap into memories, and impressions, and sensations? It's usually, in my experience, your early… — William Boyd Copy Share Image
“I felt shocked and then saddened. life does this to you sometimes - leads you up a path and then drops you… — William Boyd Copy Share Image
I have to start my real life soon, before I die of boredom and frustration. — William Boyd Copy Share Image
“Here at its extremities the terrified transients gathered, gazing out at the vast refulgent ocean for some sign of security.” — William Boyd Copy Share Image
“We all possess, like it or not, the people we know, and are possessed by them in turn.” — William Boyd Copy Share Image
“A warm sunny evening, the plash and gurgle of the waves in the rock pools, the rush of the cold gin. I thought for… — William Boyd Copy Share Image
I have this lock of hair that keeps falling across my forehead. It drives me mad. — William Boyd Copy Share Image
With film, you have very limited tools to convey subjectivity - voiceover, the camera's point of view, good acting - but even the very… — William Boyd Copy Share Image
“any man over forty who deliberately combs his hair forward in a child’s fringe has something suspect about him,” — William Boyd Copy Share Image
There are things in life we don't understand, and when we meet them, all we can do is let them alone. — William Boyd Copy Share Image
“Feelings of depression; feelings of frustration; feelings of emptiness in the face of all this randomness - done down by the haphazard, yet again.” — William Boyd Copy Share Image
