“Maybe instead of strings it's stories things are made of, an infinite number of tiny vibrating stories; once upon a time they… — Paul Murray Copy Share Image
“When he gets up he spends an hour kicking and stamping on his French horn so he will not have to play it again.… — Paul Murray Copy Share Image
“Halley believed that a kiss was the beginning of a story, the story, good or bad, short or long, of an us, and once… — Paul Murray Copy Share Image
“History, in the end, is only another kind of story, and stories are different from the truth. The truth is messy and chaotic and… — Paul Murray Copy Share Image
“Fascinating ... The whole thing [the school dance] seems to work on a similar principle to a supercollider. You know, two streams of opposingly… — Paul Murray Copy Share Image
“His wife is washed up against him, clinging lifelessly to his arm like seaweed, with no pretense of listening to the priest's small talk.” — Paul Murray Copy Share Image
“It doesn’t matter where you go though, nowhere feels big enough to contain you, even if you’re right in the middle of the mall… — Paul Murray Copy Share Image
“-so that for these few moments it actually seems that Ruprecht could be right, that everything, or at least the small corner of everything… — Paul Murray Copy Share Image
“Some bruises you wear like badges of honour: when you got it playing rugby, or quad racing, or falling off something while drunk, no… — paul murray Copy Share Image
“For Guido the past, like a Third World country, was merely another resource to be exploited and abandoned when the time comes; and that… — Paul Murray Copy Share Image
“Life makes fools of us all sooner or later. But keep your sense of humor and you'll at least be able to take your… — Paul Murray Copy Share Image
“...the greatest victories are therefore never without the shadow of loss; every path you take, no matter how lofty or effulgent, aches not only… — Paul Murray Copy Share Image
“The labels on the little bottles and boxes do not tell you which one is the sleeping pill. Instead they have names, long strange… — Paul Murray Copy Share Image
