Quote by Adam Baker Download Open image ““A slow dragging sound from below the walkway. 'i don't think we're alone down here,'said Punch”” — Adam Baker ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 4.7 out of 5 (8 ratings) Copy quoteShare
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“The operating table was empty. 'Where's he gone?' demanded Jane. 'he didn't leave a note,' said Rye” — Adam Baker Copy Share Image
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“But imagine if we were the only people left. The last men on earth. I’d be the best golfer in the world right now.… — Adam Baker Copy Share Image
“Yeah,” sighed Jane. “I suppose. But that’s the problem. I can cope with despair. But hope keeps fucking me up.” — Adam Baker Copy Share Image
“They say a happy childhood is a lousy preparation for life. Kids who spend their playground days fat, ginger or gay know the truth.” — Adam Baker Copy Share Image
“Kill me,” he said. “Do it clean.” He sat at a cocktail piano. He played ‘I Get a Kick Out of You’. Rye stood… — Adam Baker Copy Share Image
“They say a happy childhood is a lousy preparation for life. Kids who spend their playground days fat, ginger or gay know the truth.… — Adam Baker Copy Share Image
“Thing is, what does a hero look like these days? Muscles and lycra? Life isn’t a contest of strength anymore. Jobs, banks, taxes. Boring… — Adam Baker Copy Share Image
“Jane felt self-conscious each time Ghost saw her naked. A lifetime of fathood had left her with sagging skin. Ghost didn’t seem to mind.… — Adam Baker Copy Share Image
“Jane woke, stretched, and decided to kill herself. If she hadn’t found a reason to live by the end of the day she would… — Adam Baker Copy Share Image
“The burden of selfhood,” she sighed. “Life-long anguish. Straining to support an elaborate artifice every waking moment. Trying to maintain our bullshit personas. Haircuts,… — Adam Baker Copy Share Image
“I read a lot of travel books before I came here. Fantasised what it would be like. I read Scott’s journal. Those last entries… — Adam Baker Copy Share Image