“This is love: You stop bothering about the universal, the general, get sucked instead into the local and particular: When will I see her again? What shall we do today? Do you like these shoes? Theory and reflection are delicate old uncles bustled out of the way by the boisterous nephews action and desire. Themes evaporate, only plot remains.” WayLoveTodayActionDesireLove YouParticularTheoryReflectionUniversalRemainsShoesLocalsBotherThemePlotDelicateUnclesNephewBoisterous Author:Glen Duncan
“Yes, Eden was beautiful- and if I had to squeeze through corporeal keyholes to crash it- so be it. (Hasn’t it bothered you, this part of the story, my being there, I mean? What was I doing there? ‘Presume not the ways of God to scan,’ you’ve been told in umpteen variations, ‘the proper study of Mankind is Man.’ Maybe so, but what, excuse me, was the Devil doing in Eden?) I took the forms of animals. I found I could. (That’s generally my reason for doing something, by the way, because I find I can.)” IfsMenWayMeanI CanReasonStoriesBeautifulFormFoundAnimalStudyMankindDevilExcuseCrashVariationBotheredEdenBeing ThereExcuse MeKeyholes Book:I, Lucifer: Finally, the Other Side of the Story Source: I, Lucifer: Finally, the Other Side of the Story
“Your ideal possession candidate's a thirteen-year-old recently orphaned schizophrenic girl three days away from her period on her way to see the shrink with whom she's romantically besotted.” WayYearsGirlThreePeriodsIdealsPossessionCandidatesShrinksThirteenSchizophrenicThirteen Year Olds Book:I, Lucifer: Finally, the Other Side of the Story Source: I, Lucifer: Finally, the Other Side of the Story
“One develops an instinct for letting silence do the heavy lifting. In the three, four, five seconds that passed without either of us speaking, the many ways the conversation could go came and went like time-lapse film of flowers blooming and dying.” WayFilmThreeSilenceFiveFourDyingFlowerConversationInstinctHeavySecondsLiftingBloomingLapsesBlooming FlowerHeavy LiftingTime Lapse Author:Glen Duncan
“When I see gurgling retarded children (that's God's doing, by the way, not mine) happily styling their hair with their own stinking mards, I think of Adam in those pre-marital days. I know he's your great-to-the-nth-degree-granddad and all - but I'm afraid he was rather an imbecile.” ThinkingKnowsWayChildrenMinesHairDegreesAdamRetardedImbeciles Book:I, Lucifer Source: I, Lucifer
