“A tissue of small sounds filled the room, a bird, a clock, a voice from another garden. What we call silence.” — Patrick McGrath Copy Share Image
“All was strange in a fog, buildings grew vague, human beings groped and became lost, the landmarks, the compass points, by which they navigated… — Patrick McGrath Copy Share Image
“Hugo," she said, in a certain hurt tone that I knew well and enjoyed provoking, "you can be most horribly rude when you choose.… — Patrick McGrath Copy Share Image
“The uncanny first impression was again one of private hells coexisting in public space.” — Patrick McGrath Copy Share Image
“Houses, I have come to believe, like love, like nature herself, should not reassure, should not attempt to soothe, or give comfort, but should,… — Patrick McGrath Copy Share Image
“I am not, as you will have observed, a man greatly enamored of his fellow human beings. I do not enter lightly into the… — Patrick McGrath Copy Share Image
“Strange how reluctant I was to acknowledge that control of my fate lay beyond my own conscious will. Habit of a lifetime, I suppose.” — Patrick McGrath Copy Share Image
“There is something I have learned since being paralyzed, and that is that in the absence of sensory information, the imagination always tends to… — Patrick McGrath Copy Share Image
“Stella realized then that Charlie's unhappiness had locked him out of this community as effectively as hers had, and she felt a dull sense… — Patrick McGrath Copy Share Image
“Various pieces of huge dark furniture constricted the passage, and the place smelled of boiled fish. I was shown into the parlor, where the… — Patrick McGrath Copy Share Image
