I'll be happy if I can gain even the smallest place inside the literary imagination of U.S. readers. — Elliot Perlman Copy Share Image
After a while, if you're a writer, you want to start appearing in the bookstores of the place you're living in. — Elliot Perlman Copy Share Image
You would love the way he sees you. He uses you as a weapon against himself and not merely because you did — Elliot Perlman Copy Share Image
“...Simon and I by then were practicing to be apart, rehearsing together in the same room and often in the same conversation.” — Elliot Perlman Copy Share Image
“When the words dance privately for you, it is possible to feel not alone.” — Elliot Perlman Copy Share Image
“Madeline, my wife, never used to wear a watch. She does now, I am told. For a long time, in a very inexact way,… — Elliot Perlman Copy Share Image
“…anyway it wasn’t your reading that started this. It was the laugher, the carefree laughter, the three dimensional Coca Cola advertisement that you were,… — Elliot Perlman Copy Share Image
“While he recognized that you were unhappy and unwell, I think he couldn't help but feel that there was some part of you, some… — Elliot Perlman Copy Share Image
“I asked her where she got her toughness. She pretended she didn't understand. Maybe she didn't at first, or maybe she had forgotten that… — Elliot Perlman Copy Share Image
“He uses you as a weapon against himself and not merely because you did. He sits in his car at traffic lights on his… — Elliot Perlman Copy Share Image
At difficult times of my life, books have been an incredible comfort. When I was 12, I changed schools and my parents split up.… — Elliot Perlman Copy Share Image
Why did I start with them? Why do any of us choose one company over another as an employer? The money? At the beginning… — Elliot Perlman Copy Share Image
Listen- all that she was then, all that she is now, those gestures, everything I remember but won't or can't articulate anymore, the perfect… — Elliot Perlman Copy Share Image
It's like the smell of burned toast. You made the toast. You looked forward to it. You even enjoyed making it, but it burned.… — Elliot Perlman Copy Share Image
