“There was a great historian lost in Wolverstone. He had the right imagination that knows just how far it is safe to stray from the truth and just how far to colour it so as to change its shape for his own purposes.”
“He was falling between glacial walls, he didn't know how anyone could fall so far away from everyone else in the world. So far to fall, so cold all the way, so steep and dark between those morphine-coloured walls...”
“It's great to act stupid in front of people, just to go how far would they go.”
“I'm left wondering just how far away from his heart he would let her go.”
“He's lost his colour very far from here,Poured it down shell-holes till the veins ran dry”
“No matter how old you get, no matter how far you’ve strayed, a mother can always see right through you.”