“Love is not a feeling. It does not belong to that category of bodily experience which would include, for instance, pain.” — 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
We never love anyone. Not really. We only love our idea of another person. It is some conception of our own that… — William Boyd Copy Share Image
“Do you know that feeling? When you meet someone and you know? The sudden hollowing out of your torso, as if your… — William Boyd Copy Share Image
“When we parted, she held on to me tight and said, "I love you, Logan. Don't let's lose touch.' I couldn't stop… — William Boyd Copy Share Image
My novels are often about people who are in love or attracted to each other. — William Boyd Copy Share Image
“As I write this I feel that draining hollowing helplessness that genuine love for another person produces in you. It's at these… — William Boyd Copy Share Image
“Maybe we should go by tube', he said. A taxi'll come', she said. 'I'm in no hurry'. She remembered something a woman… — William Boyd Copy Share Image
It's amazing how sudden the effect is - it must be the result of a deep atavistic mating urge buried inside us.… — 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
