“The clouds of night opened like ink blossoming in water.”
“My father Bill had a problem with Christmas. Although he appears in old photographs to possess a whippy, muscular frame, he was actually a frail man and usually managed to cause some kind of drama just before the festivities began.”
Christopher Fowler“His unique skill had always been to absorb the talents and knowledge of others, use what he needed and discard the rest. He never allowed anyone to get to close. He kept the world at arm's length in order to look down on it.”
Christopher Fowler, On the Loose“Yes, he wanted to do the right thing, but perhaps this time the right thing was something different.”
Christopher Fowler, On the Loose“Life is a very beautiful dream, he thought. I'm so glad I chose not to wake up from it just yet.”
Christopher Fowler, On the Loose“I hate the endless admonishments of a nanny state that lives in fear of its lawyers. While colonies of dim-witted traffic wardens swarm about looking for minor parking infringements, nobody seems to notice that our very social fabric is falling apart.”
Christopher Fowler, The Victoria Vanishes“What humanity wants most is crude sensation.Really? I thought what humanity wanted most was dignity.”
Christopher Fowler, Full Dark House“The Victorians lost a few workers in everything they built, rather like a votive offering.”
Christopher Fowler, Full Dark House“The clouds of night opened like ink blossoming in water.”
Christopher Fowler, Seventy-Seven Clocks“She had a smile that could put a froth on a cup of coffee, and she knew it.”
Christopher Fowler, Full Dark House“It was true that the city could still throw shadows filled with mystifying figures from its past, whose grip on the present could be felt on certain strange days, when the streets were dark with rain and harmful ideas.”
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