Glen Duncan Quotes
Top 100 wise famous quotes and sayings by Glen Duncan
Glen Duncan Famous Quotes & Sayings
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Nothing apparently, disturbed the mans air of having his mind on something more important than you. You wanted to slap him.
A lovely young girl lies on a bed in the dark listening to a fairy tale," I said. "But she's naked and the storyteller's hands are all over her.
It's why people in sexual extremis say Oh, God. It's not a cry to the Divine, it's a recognition of their own divinity.
He was a blessing in my life. My life was full of blessings. And one curse: That no amount of blessings was ever enough.
For a long time, I'd wanted to write a book that I would be proud and happy and psychologically and morally comfortable about my parents' reading.
Nicotine and alcohol embraced in my system like long-parted siblings, grateful to me for reuniting them.
Life would be much easier if I just wrote the same book over and over again. But I'm not interested in doing that.
Why do people who read Shakespeare still spend hours watching shitty TV or staring out of the window or arguing about whose dinner party to go to?
It's Big Brother with werewolves. Live coverage for a month, leading up to a group kill on full moon.
Literature is humanity's broad-minded alter-ego, with room in its heart for monsters, even for you. It's humanity without the judgement.
The only animal from which humans have nothing to learn, in fact, is the sheep. Humans have already learned everything the sheep's got to teach.
That's the problem with being alive," she says, staring at the floor. "You've got to keep thinking of what to do.
Expect nothing and you don't need the courage to hope, nor the strength to withstand disappointment when nothing comes.
Pain revealed the paltry dimensions of love. The paltry dimensions of everything, in fact, except pain.
The only way to be sure of never losing the ones you love. The Dahmer Method. Extreme, but effective.
He loved the feel and smell of her palm and because he was one of those men who was always ultimately looking to dissolve himself into a woman.
Yo!"
"We good?"
"We're good."
"Okay. You've broken Mr. Marlowe's window, however."
"Apologies, boss. Exuberance.
"We good?"
"We're good."
"Okay. You've broken Mr. Marlowe's window, however."
"Apologies, boss. Exuberance.
We're the worst thing because for us the worst thing is the best thing. And it's only the best thing for us if it's the worst thing for someone else.
Don't kill me - you fucking cunt.
Hot tip. If you're trying to get someone to not kill you, avoid calling him a fucking cunt.
Hot tip. If you're trying to get someone to not kill you, avoid calling him a fucking cunt.
Where ever there's guilt there's violence, and if guilt is a smell then violence is a taste: strawberries and formaldehyde and ironish blood.
The world, Lula was thinking, is oozing, teeming, crawling with miracles. And we live in the opaque plastic bubble of television and booze.
Everyone is obsessed with air fresheners. We associate smell with disgust. But we're all locked into the body; we can't escape it.
You can't live if you can't accept what you are, and you can't accept what you are if you can't say what you do.
Words betrayed her: beautiful butterflies in her mind; dead moths when she opened her mouth for their release into the world.
You give thanks for small things. I gave thanks that I was wearing jeans, not a skirt. People start trying to kill you, you stop wearing skirts.
The road to Hell, you say, is paved with good intentions. Charming. But actually it's paved with intriguing questions.
The absense of a soul, by the way, makes it easy to inhabit a body. (Therefore, why is Elton John still pudging around unpossessed? I hear you ask?)
She'd been an actress, an artist's model, once or twice a kept woman, through all a voracious reader.
Embrace determinism and you're chained all the way back to the beginning. Of the universe. Of everything.
I suppose the word "unbearable" is a lie by definition. Unless you kill yourself immediately after using it.
We go to the past to lay the blame - since the past can't argue. We go to our past selves to account for our present miseries.
I don't think things happen for a reason, but I think it's perfectly possible to experience life meaningfully.
You think horror enters spectacularly. It doesn't. It just prosaically turns up. Even in the first seconds you know you'll find it a room.
Creation sprawls like a dewed and willing maiden outside your window awaiting only the lechery of your senses...
You have a good cry, lovey, you'll feel better afterwards. You did feel better afterwards, but as if you'd conned yourself, fobbed yourself off.
She hated the predictability of herself, but knew life probably wouldn't be long enough for her to grow out of it.
There are two ways to write a werewolf novel - you can examine the genre conventions, or you can say, 'What would it be like if I were a werewolf?'
My mother once told me she thought hell would be nothing more than being given a glimpse of God
then having it taken away, forever.
then having it taken away, forever.
When you're a kid it's people's cruelty that makes you cry, then when you're an adult it's their kindness.
I didn't cry. Real things don't make me cry. Only false or sentimental things can do that. In this respect I'm like most civilised humans.