“The leafless trees, with their black branches stretched hysterically in every direction, looked to him like illustrations of a central nervous system racked by disease: studies of human suffering anatomized against the winter sky.” — Edward St. Aubyn Copy Share Image
“If you were madly in love, you’d want me to win,’ said Katherine. “‘I’m not sure that’s true,’ said Sam. ‘I think love is… — Edward St. Aubyn Copy Share Image
“Was he, after all, really a bad man doing a brilliant impersonation of an idiot? It was hard to tell. The connections between stupidity… — Edward St. Aubyn Copy Share Image
“If anything should take place behind closed doors, it was cruelty and betrayal.” — Edward St. Aubyn Copy Share Image
“But then neither revenge nor forgiveness change what happened. They’re sideshows, of which forgiveness is the less attractive because it represents a collaboration with… — Edward St. Aubyn Copy Share Image
“Old enough to remember the arrival of 'Have a nice day', Patrick could only look with alarm on the hyperinflation of 'Have a great… — Edward St. Aubyn Copy Share Image
“People never remember happiness with the care that they lavish on preserving every detail of their suffering.” — Edward St. Aubyn Copy Share Image
“The Queen was saying only the other day that London property prices are so high that she doesn’t know how she’d cope without Buckingham… — Edward St. Aubyn Copy Share Image
“Nobody ever died of a feeling, he would say to himself, not believing a word of it, as he sweated his way through the… — Edward St. Aubyn Copy Share Image
“An editor sleeping with his writer was not as bad as a psychoanalyst sleeping with his patient, or even a professor sleeping with an… — Edward St. Aubyn Copy Share Image
“..."the waiting-room atmosphere in which death was the delayed train...” — Edward St. Aubyn Copy Share Image
“An image flashed across her mind of two rams flinging their heads against each other on a rocky mountainside. What did the girl rams… — Edward St. Aubyn Copy Share Image
“But that, after all, was the point of romantic folly. If it hadn’t all gone horribly wrong, it wouldn’t have been the real thing.” — Edward St. Aubyn Copy Share Image
