“He looked like a man who was turning into paper, folding himself into origami angles, fragile and friable and prone to crumple.” — Alex Beecroft Copy Share Image
“Who would have thought some doors only slammed shut temporarily; that when you turned to trudge away they could be flung open again, and… — Alex Beecroft Copy Share Image
“He looked like a man who was turning into paper, folding himself into origami angles, fragile and friable and prone to crumple.” — Alex Beecroft Copy Share Image
“They think one enjoys oneself by an endless procession of new vices. For myself I prefer to have one or two vices, properly matured.” — Alex Beecroft Copy Share Image
“So close now, Alec could read the make on his wetsuit, see the individual grains of sand that dusted the black material, the drops… — Alex Beecroft Copy Share Image
