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Emma Bovary’s Eyes

Julian Barnes

‘Her eyes are black: passion and depth. Her eyes are green: wildness and jealousy. Her eyes are brown: reliability and ordinariness. Her eyes are violet: the novel is by Raymond Chandler.‘

Menudo

Raymond Carver

‘Vicky says I’m crazy. She said worse things too last night. But who could blame her?’

Honk Honk to Udvada

Chandrahas Choudhury

‘Oh Uncle, it’s such a historical day,’ said Zahra. ‘The eight hundredth anniversary of our arrival in India after we faced so much persecution in Iran, and we’re going to such a big bash, and all you can think about is emus. What will Dr Billimoria think of our family?’

Taken Out of Context

Paul Beatty

‘I’d never been in a room full of black people unrelated to me before.’

Sitting on Top of the World

T. Coraghessan Boyle

‘It was like floating untethered, drifting with the clouds, like being cupped in the hands of God.’

Five Hours to Simla

Anita Desai

‘He had his hands deep in his pockets, and his face was lined with a frown deeply embedded with dust.’

The Wall

Jurek Becker

‘That afternoon a different soldier is standing at the gate. He calls out something that sounds dangerous.’

Leila in the Wilderness

Nadeem Aslam

‘It was almost involuntary: it felt like falling, or like rising in a dream.’

Punnu’s Jihad

Nadeem Aslam

‘It is as though the metal itself is bleeding.’

The Sea Horse and the Almond

Paul Broks

‘Whisky, on top of the wine, was a mistake‘.

Old Man Potchikoo

Louise Erdrich

‘But Potchikoo claims that his father is the sun in heaven that shines down on us all.’

Fifty-Seven Views of Fujiyama

Guy Davenport

‘So Sora, to be worthy of the beauty of the world, shaved his head the day we departed, and donned a wandering priest’s black robe, and took yet a third name, Sogo, which means Enlightened, for the road.’

The Coming Flood

Andrés Barba

‘When it happens, she gets the feeling that the men, for her, are a way to cling to life.’

If I Could Tell You | New Voices

Soumya Bhattacharya

‘How will you later remember these years in Calcutta, your years of first, rapid, change in a city that had changed so much?’