“Men circle like bees around honey, buzzing to communicate their sexual despair.” — Carla H Krueger Copy Share Image
“Are there not times, Ridley, when you yourself wish only to hear the best in people – and not to be dragged downwards into… — Carla H Krueger Copy Share Image
“He’s in a side room alone with her and it’s far too fucking hot.” — Carla H Krueger Copy Share Image
“She heard him speak, but did not recognise the problem in his voice – only later did she realise it was that thing he’d… — Carla H Krueger Copy Share Image
“Maxwell D. Kalist is a receiving teller at a city bank, Orwell and Finch, where he runs an efficient department of twenty two clerks and twelve junior clerks. He carries a leather-bound vade mecum everywhere with him – a handbook of the most widely contravened banking rules. He works humourlessly (on the surface of it) in a private, perfectly square… — Carla H Krueger Copy Share
“To Kalist, Baumauer’s just a timber bridge in need of a good hot fire.” — Carla H Krueger Copy Share Image
“Without pride, man becomes a parasite – and there are already too many parasites.” — Carla H Krueger Copy Share Image
