“The sound she is making is the sound hearts make after they're in pieces and the fragments dissolve into the overwhelming sadness of the universe. The power to hear it may be the only privilege of the thoroughly dispossessed.” — John Burdett Copy Share Image
“We do not look on death the way you do, farang. My closest colleagues grasp my arm and one or two embrace me. No… — John Burdett Copy Share Image
You don't understand. I only prostitute the part of the body that isn't important, and nobody suffers except my karma a little bit. I… — John Burdett Copy Share Image
Las Vegas is the expression, in glitter and concrete, of Americas brittle and mutating id. — John Burdett Copy Share Image
To a Buddhist, contradictions only exist in a mind that has been forced to cultivate them. — John Burdett Copy Share Image
I'm fascinated by Buddhism. I adore Buddhism, and I read about it all the time, but I haven't formally become a Buddhist, although I… — John Burdett Copy Share Image
There are plenty of brilliant people who are too stressed out to read challenging literary novels. — John Burdett Copy Share Image
In Southeast Asia the world is understood to be a vast, complex network of interdependent relationships. So when global capitalism makes it impossible for… — John Burdett Copy Share Image
It is quite amazing how hard the subconscious works when it is made to understand that this life is not a rehearsal, there is… — John Burdett Copy Share Image
I discovered that Thailand was one of those countries, like Sri Lanka and India, where memory of past lives used to be commonplace. Go… — John Burdett Copy Share Image
Las Vegas is the expression, in glitter and concrete, of America's brittle and mutating id. — John Burdett Copy Share Image
“Farang, I'll bet you Wall Street against a Thai mango he'll be back, if for no other reason than to play the card of… — John Burdett Copy Share Image
