After all, what more does a true genius want? The mind itself is the palace where all the real treasures, the works of art, the indulgences exist. — Alex Scarrow Copy Share Image
“His dying mind conjured up one last, reassuring thought. In the end, don't we all come from dust anyway? We come from dust... and we end as dust. The oh-so-short passage in between is the bit we call 'life'. Everything… — Alex Scarrow Copy Share Image
“She hates that word. Nice is what you call ice cream, or a paper doily, or fluffy bunny rabbit print pattern.” — Alex Scarrow Copy Share Image
“In a world like this with no laws, no charter of human rights, it's the women who suffer. It's the women who learn what… — Alex Scarrow Copy Share Image
“It was easy enough to invent theological-sounding passages, provided you used the right language. Most people presumed you were quoting something too obscure for… — Alex Scarrow Copy Share Image
“It sounded like walls tumbling, liberty bells chiming, government buildings being stormed. It sounded like a revolution. It sounded like hope.” — Alex Scarrow Copy Share Image
“The best way to filter out the bad seeds was to place a job ad for Prime Minister in a national newspaper and all… — Alex Scarrow Copy Share Image
“I sometimes wish I could “reboot”,’ said Sal. ‘Empty my head and start over.” — Alex Scarrow Copy Share Image
“If you're reading this, then I guess someone, somewhere does go through the rubbish and read every piece of paper that gets balled up… — Alex Scarrow Copy Share Image
After all, what more does a true genius want? The mind itself is the palace where all the real treasures, the works of art,… — Alex Scarrow Copy Share Image
“She laughed. 'See? You can do philosophy!' He rolled his eyes and shook his head. 'Don't insult me.” — Alex Scarrow Copy Share Image
