Philip Sington
aka Patrick Lynch (with Gary Humphreys)
Philip Sington is an English novelist and playwright. He was born in Cambridge, UK.
He read history at Trinity College, Cambridge. Together with mystery writer Gary Humphreys he co-authored six thrillers under the joint pseudonym of Patrick Lynch, selling over 1 million copies worldwide. The third, 'Carriers', was adapted for the screen in 1998. They also collaborated on the stage play 'Lip Service', which premiered at the Finborough Theatre, London in 2000. His first solo novel, 'Zoia's Gold', was published in 2005. His second, 'The Einstein Girl' was published in 2009. This was followed in 2012 by 'The Valley of Unknowing'. His work has been translated into 21 foreign languages. He lives in London with his German wife and their two children.
“We drank our coffee the Russian way. That is to say we had vodka before it and vodka afterwards.”
“For the writer under Actually Existing Socialism describing sex is a simple matter: he simply does not do it (the describing, I mean, not the sex).”
“All writers are insecure, the male ones especially. It's well known. Why else would they spend so much time on make-believe? They're only happy in their imaginary worlds, because that's where they're in charge - where they're God. Did you know that Hemingway's mother dressed him as a girl until he was six years old?"I was not offended by Claudia's glib psychological theory. Like many glib psychological theories, it struck me as fundamentally correct.”
“And then they would watch her closely as the dark, coagulated masses took form before her eyes, became flesh and bone, became gradually human. For all their show of reluctance, she had a sense that they enjoyed introducing her to these horrors, as seducers took pleasure in the corruption of innocence.”
“The railway was part scalpel, part movie camera, slicing the city open, parading its inner workings at fifty frames per second. It was on the S-Bahn that she felt least abandoned, as if the act of travelling turned back the clock, and brought her nearer to the future she had lost.”
“Desire is an appetite, quickly sated. Longing is a wound, an opening in the heart or the spirit. Whatever the cause, whatever the duration, it almost always leaves a scar.”
“I wanted her body and soul, but body first.”
“One thing I knew about the novelist’s task: when in doubt, write; when empty, write; when afraid, write. Nothing is more impenetrable than the blank page. The blank page is the void, the absence of sense and feeling, the white light of literary death.”
“One of the joys of being in love is that it clarifies your priorities. Complication arises from not knowing what you want.”
“To rehearse imaginary conversations on paper is called literature. To do so out loud is called madness.”
“I was already at an age when putting off anything was a bad idea.”
“The wind funnelled down the covered platform, jostling the passengers and tearing at their clothes. A woman's scarf whipped by overhead, somersaulting as if intoxicated by the sudden taste of freedom.”