There comes a point in many people's lives when they can no longer play the role they have chosen for themselves. When that happens, we are like actors finding that someone has changed the play. — Brian Moore Copy Share Image
“What could he be thinking of? He seemed to be trying to remember something, perhaps an engagement, perhaps an excuse to leave her. For… — Brian Moore Copy Share
“I am, always have been, a fool who rushes in, a blurter-out of awkward truths, a speaker-up at parties who, the morning after, filled… — Brian Moore Copy Share
“ There, in the dining-room, amid the wreck of dinner glasses, dishes, wine bottles, there settled on all three of us an instant of total… — Brian Moore Copy Share
As always on this boulevard, the faces were young, coming annually in an endless migration from every country, every continent, to alight here once… — Brian Moore Copy Share
“And the bell jangled, the driver started. The bus whirled off, to the last stop, the lonely room, the lonely night.” — Brian Moore Copy Share
“O, she said, a woman in love can't afford to be proud. He must be made to see, he must be made to come… — Brian Moore Copy Share
“And maybe, although it was a thing you could hardly bear to think about, like death or your last judgment, maybe he would be… — Brian Moore Copy Share
“For it was important to have things to tell which interested your friends. And Miss Hearne had always been able to find interesting happenings… — Brian Moore Copy Share
“He was a horrid-looking fellow. Fat as a pig he was, and his face was the colour of cottage cheese. His collar was unbuttoned… — Brian Moore Copy Share
“In the carnival hall of mirrors which is our memory, we distort what we see. In Ernie's mirror image of me, I am magnified,… — Brian Moore Copy Share
