Andrew Michael Hurley

“It was a safari park of degradation. What a world without God looked like.”

— Andrew Michael Hurley

“Like most drunks, Billy bypassed the small talk and slapped his bleeding, broken heart into my palm like a lump of raw…

— Andrew Michael Hurley

“An astonishing, curdled smell that had subtle layers of foulness for the nose to explore.”

— Andrew Michael Hurley

“And then it came to him. He had been wrong about everything. God was missing. He had never been here. And if…

— Andrew Michael Hurley

“When I looked at Farther I saw that work and school were really no different. One merely became qualified to pass from…

— Andrew Michael Hurley

“I often thought there was too much time there. That the place was sick with it. Haunted by it. Time didn't leak…

— Andrew Michael Hurley

“Here was the wild God who made nature heave and bellow. The violent shadow that followed Jesus through his tender ministry and…

— Andrew Michael Hurley

“We drove out of London, heading north through the East Midlands and across Yorkshire to Lancashire. I sat in the back with…

— Andrew Michael Hurley

“The poor sod. Apparently he lost it when his wife died. Ended up sectioned in some hospital near Preston, where I always…

— Andrew Michael Hurley

“It's gone now, demolished to make way for flats, and much lamented by those who remember it, but I always thought Saint…

— Andrew Michael Hurley

“Outside, as well as in, Moorings felt like a place that had been repeatedly abandoned. A place that had failed.”

— Andrew Michael Hurley

“I often thought there was too much time there. That the place was sick with it. Haunted by it. Time didn’t leak…

— Andrew Michael Hurley

“Hell was a place ruled by the logic of children. Schadenfreude that lasted for eternity.”

— Andrew Michael Hurley

“It was the same fearful excitement we felt when we happened to drive through what Mummer considered a bad part of London…

— Andrew Michael Hurley