I drew the curtains to conceal the sight of my father's farewell; my spite was sharp as broken glass..

That is what I'm looking forward to the most, practical learning. I want to be a registered nurse so getting to talk to people who already work in th….

The bed is now as public as the dinner table and governed by the same rules of formal confrontation..

Your green eye is a reducing chamber. If I look into it long enough, I wil become as small as my own reflection, I will diminish to a point and vanis….

He is, I think, already pondering a magisterial project: that of buggering the English language, the ultimate revenge of the colonialised..

A day without an argument is like an egg without salt..

And each stroke of his tongue ripped off skin after successive skin, all the skins of a life in the world, and left behind a nascent patina of shinin….

And, oh God, in my misspent youth as a housewife, I, too, used to bake bread, in those hectic and desolating days just prior to the woman's movement,….

One day, Annabel saw the sun and moon in the sky at the same time. The sight filled her with a terror which entirely consumed her and did not leave h….

Iconic clothing has been secularized. . . . A guardsman in a dress uniform is ostensibly an icon of aggression; his coat is red as the blood he hopes….

Our fingernails match our toenails, match our lipstick match our rouge...The habit of applying warpaint outlasts the battle..

You were the living image of the entire Platonic shadow show, an illusion that could fill my emptiness with marvellous, imaginary things as long as, ….

Reading a book is like re-writing it for yourself..

If the Barbarians are destroyed, who will we then be able to blame for the bad things?.

F.R. Leavis's "eat up your broccoli" approach to fiction emphasises this junkfood/wholefood dichotomy. If reading a novel--for theeighteenth century ….

What a joy it is to dance and sing!.

He is the intermediary between us, his audience, the living, and they, the dolls, the undead, who cannot live at all and yet who mimic the living in ….

Those are the voices of my brothers, darling; I love the company of wolves..

Women's sexy underwear is a minor but significant growth industry of late-twentieth-century Britain in the twilight of capitalism..

Love is desire sustained by unfulfilment..

I see her as a series of marvellous shapes formed at random in the kaleidoscope of desire..