Taken together the Internet reads like the grandest character-driven novel humanity has ever known. Not much plot though.
Every way he turned, his past was detonated, revealing tunnels and alternative routes under the packed, settled earth of the present.
If poor doomed Olly's a Radio 4 play, what am I? You, Hugo, she kisses my earlobe, are a sordid, low-budget French film. The sort you'd stumble across on TV at night. You know you'll regret it in the...
She felt... how life, from being made up of little separate incidents which one lived one by one, became curled and whole like a wave which bore one up with it and threw one down with it, there, with...
The Red Lion was a four-ale bar with a handful of lowbrowed sons of toil who looked as though they...
What could you do? Major Major asked himself again. What could you do with a man who looked you...
If I turned towards books, it was because they were the only sanctuary I knew, one I needed in order...
We all had to pay, but not for the crimes we were accused of. There were other scores to settle.
Hope for some means its loss for others; when the hopeless regain some hope, those in power--the...
It isn't even good grammar. What the hell does it mean when they disappear somebody?
Why are they going to disappear him? I don't know. It doesn't make sense. It isn't even good...
Keep in mind that when we talk of a great painting we are not really talking about anything great....
Read me back the last line. 'Read me back the last line,' read back the corporal who could take...