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The Bone Clocks: A Novel
I see the Thames, silver and gunmetal.
from The Bone Clocks: A Novel by David Mitchell
chasing its echoey tail around the sumptuous ceiling
from The Bone Clocks: A Novel by David Mitchell
back. Remember the slap. “You know, Holly,” Gwyn’s whisper rustles the sheets of the dark, “it’s tougher than you think out there.
from The Bone Clocks: A Novel by David Mitchell
Control is about fear, see. If you’re afraid enough of the reprisals, you don’t say no, you don’t fight back, you don’t run away. Saying yes is how you survive.
from The Bone Clocks: A Novel by David Mitchell
like … like the best song anyone ever wrote, but a song you only catch in snatches,
from The Bone Clocks: A Novel by David Mitchell
“Marinus,” says a male voice. “It’s Elijah D’Arnoq.” I’m shocked by the contact, though after Hugo Lamb’s call in Vancouver, I shouldn’t be. “This is … certainly a surprise.” A dead silence. “I imagine it must be. I’d feel the same.” “ ‘Imagine’? ‘Feel’? You flatter yourself.” “Yeah.” D’Arnoq’s voice is pensive. “Maybe I do.
from The Bone Clocks: A Novel by David Mitchell
and recognizing a girl lying on the shingly beach, in her Quadrophenia T-shirt, her jeans as black as her cropped hair, and asleep, with a duffel bag as a pillow, and thinking, Cycle on, cycle on … And turning around.
from The Bone Clocks: A Novel by David Mitchell
She looks at me, and I see the signs of a full, fraught life around her eyes. If only she hadn’t written a book full of angel bollocks for gullible women disappointed with their lives, we could be friends.
from The Bone Clocks: A Novel by David Mitchell
We live on, as long as there are people to live on in.
from The Bone Clocks: A Novel by David Mitchell
HE CHAPEL OF the Dusk of the Blind Cathar is the body of a living being. One senses it, immediately.
from The Bone Clocks: A Novel by David Mitchell