But there were too many points at which the other self could invade the self he wanted to preserve, and there were too many forms of invasion: certain words, sounds, lights, actions his hands or feet performed, and if he did nothing at all, heard and...
The taste of Scotch, though Guy didn’t much care for it, was pleasant because it reminded him of Anne. She drank Scotch, when she drank. It was like her, golden, full of light, made with careful art.
I tell him his business, all business, is legalized throat-cutting, like marriage is legalized fornication.
What chance combination of shadow and sound and his own thoughts had created it?
I know you have it in you, Guy," Anne said suddenly at the end of a silence, "the capacity to be terribly happy.
The word “marriage” lingered in Guy’s ears, too. It was a solemn word to him. It had the primordial solemnity of holy, love, sin. It was Miriam’s round terra cotta-coloured mouth saying, “Why should I put myself out for you?” and it was A...
I like to drink when I travel. It enhances things, don’t you think?
