Carla H. Krueger Quote #1
A black-haired bitch with man’s hands, widow Liza Van der Bruggenziltch-Finch makes all the important decisions. She is a power-hungry dominatrix. Orwell is her slave. (No one ever sees him.)
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A man calling himself 'Peter' pays the highest price for privileges – he’s Gold Card status – and today he wants more than Xian Yu’s dancing skills.
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A silence absorbed them both – a lack of sound so potent it blackened the place with something richer than hate.
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A thick rivulet of lost blood reflects a city that will mourn but never die.
Carla H. Krueger Quote #5
A writer who's afraid to express their opinions is not a writer – they're just a person with a pen.
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All the best writers take risks, offend people often and say fuck you to the critics.
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All the girls you will meet at Sex Media are fit and healthy, work out regularly and have their own bedrooms and shower facilities. They enjoy meeting men online and look forward to finding out more about YOU.
Carla H. Krueger Quote #8
An overnight bag with the company logo – a white silhouette of a finch (which once perched on the curved back of a stallion representing cofounder, Orwell, but has now been ‘adjusted’) – sits motionless beside him on the carpet, sucking up bedbugs.
Carla H. Krueger Quote #9
Are there not times, Ridley, when you yourself wish only to hear the best in people – and not to be dragged downwards into the underworld we all regularly inhabit?
Carla H. Krueger Quote #10
Aref knelt, reached into his pocket and produced an implement made from a small stick which he called his miswak, the use of which he silently illustrated before handing her his spare. He also gave her a clean cloth and a bowl of the freshly collected water. She was directed to soften the dry stick in the water, then copy him by cleaning her mouth, using the miswak like a toothbrush. Gazing at the blood on the cloth, then down at the clothing the native had placed over her legs, soldier Freeman sighed. Aref watched and waited and then, sitting back on his haunches, showed her too that she must rub her feet and calves to stimulate the circulation. She copied him again, sliding her hands across the tops of her ankles and flexing her toes. Glad that she had followed his direction for once, Aref took a more relaxed break, sitting away from her and taking out his carving tools. He whetted his utility knife with the small stone he carried, studying the soldier’s reaction closely from afar. Instantly, he sensed her distrust. She stared at the knife in his hands, as if he might use it against her, but he continued working peacefully, then slid the implements back into his pockets and loaded his miswak onto the belt at his hips, wondering, with the gentle sarcasm his friends had so appreciated in him, how much of his adult life it could conceivably take to prove to this woman he was worthy.
Carla H. Krueger Quote #11
Art is a feast for the eyes. Fiction is a banquet for the neurons.
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As a passionate writer, reader and fiction lover, I enjoy sharing recommendations and promoting the work of fellow authors.
Carla H. Krueger Quote #13
As Baumauer hangs his shit-coloured coat up on a hook he takes clandestine pleasure in engulfing Obelmäker’s less impressive attire with his own. Privately, he warns the inferior coat, “Don’t suffocate in there.
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As the sun sets in the other world, Xian stands inside THE STRAWBERRY ROOM in a fake school uniform that proves not every bruise can remain hidden.
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At first, I didn’t understand. Understanding came very slowly.
Carla H. Krueger Quote #16
At home we wrote in fact. Alone, I wrote in feeling.
Carla H. Krueger Quote #17
At Sex Media, beauty (and survival) equals willingness.
Carla H. Krueger Quote #18
Baumauer has been lured into the exhausting habit of supplying Kalist with ever more exceptional quality work just to appease him and often survives all day and all evening without food, but Maxwell D. Kalist is never satisfied. He heavily criticises every piece of banking intelligence the man hands him. The pressure on Baumauer to improve on his performance each month is growing; some say it’s out of control. He’s smoking forty a day and smells like the inside of the deceased Kladno-Konev chimney.
Carla H. Krueger Quote #19
Baumauer secretly fears Kalist – and Kalist knows it.
Carla H. Krueger Quote #20
Baumauer sits at home in silence in the evenings planning how to impress his rigidly strict father who’s in his late seventies, but who still enforces the same dynamic between himself and his three, guilt-ridden sons as he did when they were children: he keeps one as his favourite and two as his levers, and he plays them off one another like a champion billiard’s master with stubborn, wrinkly hands.
Carla H. Krueger Quote #21
Baumauer wants a life in which he cannot be belittled, judged or controlled by worse men.
Carla H. Krueger Quote #22
Bea stared at the pencils as if they were enemies.
Carla H. Krueger Quote #23
Beyond the boundaries of herself, her parents and the enclosing garden walls, were open fields and other waiting places she still knew nothing of – lies of the land, perhaps. What Katie did know is that out there in the lonely nowhere was a special quietness, free of the sounds of daytime birds or foxes at night – and that it was a quietness she might like to listen to one day.
Carla H. Krueger Quote #24
Blank walls are a shared canvas and we're all artists.
Carla H. Krueger Quote #25
Books are like rivers, meandering this way and that, but taking us on a steady, flowing course to somewhere different.
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Books are readable drugs.
Carla H. Krueger Quote #27
Bravery isn't brandishing a sword. It's standing your moral ground and letting others try their best to take you down.
Carla H. Krueger Quote #28
Creativity is as much about order against freedom; control versus rebellion; organisation against disorder as it is about straightforward imagination.
Carla H. Krueger Quote #29
Darkness without light is like a horror book without a touch of sick humour.
Carla H. Krueger Quote #30
Dawn cackles as she guides me through the all-glass porch. Thinner, paler Reina shuffles about behind Dawn, watching as I slip my boots off. Although she tries to hide her hands, her fingers flicker nervously. I place my boots neatly on the floor of the porch beside the other pairs in the shadows under the coats. Music drifts through to us from a distant room – it’s the Beach Boys’ California Dreamin’. Dawn looks at me and I smile – they’ve put the record on for me. Dawn nods along happily. ‘Hear you’re a surfer boy!’ she says and she mimics riding a wave.
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