Date: 1992
"Only behind a waterfall of brutal and pleasurable sensations, thought Patrick, accepting the leather-clad menu without bothering to glance up, could he hide from the bloodhounds of his conscience. . There, in the cool recess of the rock, behind that heavy white veil, he would hear them yelping a...
preview | full record— Edward St. Aubyn (b. 1960)
Date: 1992
"It was hard enough to rescue himself from the avalanche of his own feelings, without allowing the gloomy St Bernard of his attention to wander into other fields."
preview | full record— Edward St. Aubyn (b. 1960)
Date: 1992
"Or--he must stop thinking about it--or [his consciousness seemed] like a solution of saturated copper sulphate under the microscope, when it suddenly transforms and crystals break out everywhere on its surface."
preview | full record— Edward St. Aubyn (b. 1960)
Date: 1992
"Heroin landed purring at the base of his skull, and wrapped itself darkly around his nervous system, like a black cat curling up on its favourite cushion."
preview | full record— Edward St. Aubyn (b. 1960)
Date: 1992
" He was dangerously obsessed, dangerously obsessed. And his thoughts, like a bobsleigh walled with ice, would not change their course until he had crashed or achieved his end."
preview | full record— Edward St. Aubyn (b. 1960)
Date: 1999
"I love my brother dearly, but his mind is like a sieve."
preview | full record— Budnitz, Judy (b. 1973)
Date: 1999
"But fiction is not empirical truth. It is simulation that runs on minds of readers just as computer simulations run on computers."
preview | full record— Oatley, Keith
Date: 2000
"Looking at the leaves turn red in the valley simplifies my mind, a javelin flying past those tightly packed tubes of paint in which so many subtle frequencies of light have been trapped, and landing where there is only blood and fire."
preview | full record— Edward St. Aubyn (b. 1960)
Date: 2000
"The feeling raged through him, like a burning rope he couldn't hold on to, although someone he loved was falling at the other end of it; it ripped the skin from his hands."
preview | full record— Edward St. Aubyn (b. 1960)