148 Quotes by Michel Faber
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It was such an infantile prayer, the sort of prayer a five-year-old might pray. But maybe those were the best kind.
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The indiscriminate, eternal devotion of nature to its numberless particles had an emotional importance for Isserley; it put the.
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You know,’ Amlis went on, ‘Some water fell out of the sky not so long ago.’ His voice was a little higher than usual, vulnerable with awe. ‘It just fell out of the sky. In little droplets, thousands of them close together. I looked up to see where they were coming from. They seemed to be materializing out of nowhere. I couldn’t believe it. Then I opened my mouth to the sky. Some droplets fell straight in. It was an indescribable feeling. As if nature was actually trying to nurture me.
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That was the sort of thing crazy people did – instinctively choosing the experiences that confirmed their own negative attitudes.
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God, Agnes has decided, is an Anglican, whereas Our Lady is of the True Faith; the two of Them have an uneasy relationship, unable to agree on anything, except that if They divorce, the Devil will leap gleefully into the breach. So, They tolerate each other, and take care of the world as best They can. Moving.
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We are all specialised forms of survivor. We lack what we fundamentally need and forge ahead regardless, hurriedly hiding our wounds, disguising our ineptitude, bluffing our way through our weaknesses.
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Unreality was swirling all around her like the delirious miasmas.
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Coincidences like that served as a reminder that, variations in pigment aside, humans were all part of the same species.
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Prostitution.′ He enunciates the word clearly, gazing directly into her eyes, knowing, God damn it, that he is being cruel. In the back of his mind, a kinder William Rackham watches impotently as his wife is penetrated by that single elongated word, its four slick syllables barbed midway with t’s. Agnes’s cameo face goes white as she gulps for air.
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