The tree of nonsense is watered with error, and from its branches swing the pumpkins of disaster. — Nick Harkaway Copy Share Image
“We were deluged together in the raw, unbalanced Stuff of the universe. Inevitable consequence: My own little reification. I was made flesh, and in the process taken from him. I was never supposed to be real. How terrifying to confide your every doubt to an imaginary companion, to bequeath to him every alternative, and then one day turn and see… — Nick Harkaway Copy Share
“Her eyes are very bright. She loves senses, loves the world. He finds that…admirable, and a bit daunting. I am a mole. I am… — Nick Harkaway Copy Share Image
“An ugly calm lay over the streets like the anticipation of a beating.” — Nick Harkaway Copy Share Image
If we one day cease to exist, what will be remarkable is that we were ever here at all. — Nick Harkaway Copy Share Image
“Crotch biting menace:I have my mouth in close proximity to your genitals.Oh thou man who talks to my mistress over coffee.Do not irk or trifle with me! I possess but one tooth, oh, yes, for the rest were buried long ago in the flesh of sinners.Behold my jaws, upper and lower in righteous, symmetrical poverty.Move not, man of clocks, and… — Nick Harkaway Copy Share
“She has to admit privately that she may be mad. Although if so, it is a merciless, clear-sighted sort of madness and not at… — Nick Harkaway Copy Share Image
“Dressing, I chose the second shirt, the one softened in the mouth of a trained and perfumed albino hippopotamus and made entirely of pigeon's… — Nick Harkaway Copy Share Image
No. The moral of the story in so far as it has one is that cannibals can study logic, and that if you are… — Nick Harkaway Copy Share Image
“Kershaw had long ago realised, apparently, that dealing with Brits was tricky. You had to listen to what a Brit was saying -- which… — Nick Harkaway Copy Share Image
“Then he explained in a whisper that the plan was composed entirely of awesome. It was made and designed by the House of Awesome,… — nick harkaway Copy Share Image
“Yes. Edie Banister has gone postal. A very British sort of postal which does not involve shouting, but rather a sudden and total reverse… — Nick Harkaway Copy Share Image
