“A good communist,” the man had said, “does not let go of the plough halfway across the paddy and leave the buffalo to find its own direction. He eats with her, tends to her injuries, and sleeps with her until… — Colin Cotterill Copy Share Image
“Siri let out a silent puff of air. If he’d had a wife like this he would certainly have shot her long ago.” — Colin Cotterill Copy Share Image
“May I ask how your revolution's going? Revolutions always go more smoothly around a campfire in the jungle than they do in real life.” — Colin Cotterill Copy Share Image
“All right, here comes the philosophy. You can leave if you like but I suggest you stick it out. You don’t measure your own success against the size or volume of the effect you’re having. You gauge it from the difference you make to the subject you’re working on. Is leading an army that wins a war really that much… — Colin Cotterill Copy Share
“The woman’s brain has two hemispheres,” she slurred. “One for loving, one for hating. They can operate quite competently at the same time.” — Colin Cotterill Copy Share Image
“I’m sure he doesn’t see it as aimless. We all have different goals. His are achievable.” — Colin Cotterill Copy Share Image
“More panic. More emergencies and disasters. Soon, emergencies fell into a sort of natural ranking: drop-everything emergencies, do-what-you-can emergencies, and you’ll just-have-to-wait emergencies. Disasters, too, had their own ratings: unavoidable, did-the-best-we-could, my fault/your fault. Then there were godlike moments when a decision had to be made as to who most deserved to die. By the afternoon of her second day,… — Colin Cotterill Copy Share
“Encounters with the living always drained him more than those with the dead.” — Colin Cotterill Copy Share Image
“A good communist,” the man had said, “does not let go of the plough halfway across the paddy and leave the buffalo to find… — Colin Cotterill Copy Share Image
“I dreamed the world was an awful place,” he said. “It wasn’t a dream,” she told him.” — Colin Cotterill Copy Share Image
“Dipping a cockroach in ink and having it scamper around the page would have left more legible traces to the average reader.” — Colin Cotterill Copy Share Image
He put his hand on his forehead and scoured the French department of his memory for a word. He knew it was in there.… — Colin Cotterill Copy Share Image
