“Life, the dramatist of speed. Life, that couldn't stop with its foreshadows and ironies and symbols and clues, its wretched jokes and false endings and twists. Life with its hopeless addiction to plot.” — Glen Duncan Copy Share Image
Nineteenth-century English literature I know; 19th-century sewage systems, not so much. — Glen Duncan Copy Share
“For the longest time the romantic explanation for low rates of female infection endured: Possession of a womb, it was supposed, conferred a gentleness… — Glen Duncan Copy Share
“The question 'What was there before creation?' is meaningless. Time is a property of creation, therefore before creation there was no before creation.” — Glen Duncan Copy Share
“The beauty spot by her lip was one of a dozen or so scattered over her body. My new constellations.” — Glen Duncan Copy Share
Fairy tales read before bed tend to make me dream. They're all quite violent stories, as are my dreams. — Glen Duncan Copy Share
I don’t know where the universe came from or what happens to creatures when they die. I don’t know if the whole thing’s an… — Glen Duncan Copy Share
In a fit of pique, I said to my agent, 'I'm going to write something you can sell.' The idea was to write a… — Glen Duncan Copy Share
“The Mortals are free, Lucifer. What they've done they've done from within themselves. - Raphael” — Glen Duncan Copy Share
One day the ordinariness will be terminally punctuated by the extraordinary full stop of death. — Glen Duncan Copy Share
When I see gurgling retarded children (that's God's doing, by the way, not mine) happily styling their hair with their own stinking mards, I… — Glen Duncan Copy Share
“She understood the genre constraints, the decencies we were supposed to be observing. The morally cosy vision allows the embrace of monstrosity only as… — Glen Duncan Copy Share
“Show us the world's not the way we thought it was and part of us rejoices.” — Glen Duncan Copy Share
“It’s just what you’re stuck with, the lousy furniture you can’t change. The educated me knows hell’s nothing, a fiction I happened to inherit.… — Glen Duncan Copy Share
“Afterwards, sitting on my bunk, I cried. I read somewhere that when you’re a kid it’s people’s cruelty that makes you cry, then when… — Glen Duncan Copy Share
“The absurdity of it, she thought, this quest for the love of a man who was her equal. She loathed herself for it. She… — Glen Duncan Copy Share
