“For eventually one gets over reality’s affront to one’s innocence. One grows accustomed to the melancholy fact that we all sell ourselves at one time or another, that whoring is the dirty little secret of our success as human beings.” — Paul Russell Copy Share Image
“People always knew more than you gave them credit for. Perhaps, in the end, no one had any secrets at all.” — Paul Russell Copy Share Image
“If it was to be a time of momentous changes, then why not allow oneself to be swept along?” — Paul Russell Copy Share Image
“Were archaeologists really such a sex-starved lot as all that? Did pigs really sweat?” — Paul Russell Copy Share Image
“Everything I say is right. "Everything I say is wrong. There are many conflicting opinions in this industry. Don't take one person's word as… — Paul Russell Copy Share Image
“If certain places you came to in life felt right, then how many others were just as clearly the wrong place to be?” — Paul Russell Copy Share Image
“Shirtless, they’d stretch out in the long grass and take the healing brunt of a noontime sun that gave no clue of the thunderheads… — Paul Russell Copy Share Image
“And now none of it could be undone. That was the exquisite irony: the act that had undone everything could not itself be undone.” — Paul Russell Copy Share Image
“Why not simply surrender to one’s doom, since one was so clearly, so spectacularly, doomed?” — Paul Russell Copy Share Image
“Was it a form of madness, no longer to be able to trust your sense of things? To be betrayed by decisions apparently arrived… — Paul Russell Copy Share Image
“The body was an organic machine, period, and God was a figment of its fitful imagination.” — Paul Russell Copy Share Image
“Soon would come the night in which there was no more work – not the work of the hands, nor the work of the… — Paul Russell Copy Share Image
