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Rock Springs

Richard Ford

‘But as I read on a napkin once, between the idea and the act a whole kingdom lies. And I had a hard time with my acts, which were oftentimes offender's acts.’

The Compartment

Raymond Carver

‘How would he act when he saw the boy at the station?’

Why I Love Country Music

Elizabeth Tallent

‘The harmonica player is left standing alone in the light, talking to himself. He cleans the spit from his instrument with a white handkerchief so old it is nearly transparent.’

Monster Deal

Frederick Barthelme

‘I'm about ready to go see what’s happening when they come in, each of them carrying a flamingo from the front yard.’

Still Life With Watermelon

Bobbie Ann Mason

‘When she saw a photograph of a cornucopia in a magazine, she imagined a huge watermelon stuck in its mouth.’

The Barracks Thief

Tobias Wolff

‘What sort of a man would turn his back on his own kind?’

Money

Martin Amis

‘How did I get like this? It can’t just be the booze and all the junk food I put away. I must have been booked in for this a long time ago.’

Blow Your House Down

Pat Barker

‘There was a moment of complete silence, one of those inexplicable, simultaneous pauses in conversation that come over groups of people in a crowded room.’

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.‘

Foreign Buddies

Ursula Bentley

‘She had to explain this, and the thought crossed her mind to dwell on this personal note, to put out a feeler to test Christina's reaction to the idea of sexual experiment.’

Extracts From The Journal Of Flying Officer J

William Boyd

‘The squadron left today for the city. The mess cold and sad, Verschoyle, with uncharacteristic generosity, said I could keep the monoplane.’

Rose on the broken

Maggie Gee

‘They're only wild flowers. I wish I could buy you real roses. But to her they became the real roses, frail petals, each centre a sun. And they smelled of sun and beginnings, as clear and thin as the water.’

Obsessions

Alan Judd

‘She responded to him with a mixture of haughty refusal and a suggestive acknowledgement, a grudging yielding which was what the play demanded.’

Trout Day By Pumpkin Light

Adam Mars-Jones

‘He is as old as sin, if sin is twenty-six.’