228 Quotes by Nick Harkaway

He seems an unlikely companion for a woman like Edie Banister, but the world, Daniel once observed, is a great honeycombed thing composed of separated mysteries.

Even the gauntlet that I cast into the teeth of those Georgians – the worthless men and pustulant boys who were so brave as to call my granddaughter foul names from behind digital masks, who threw around threats of sexual assault and murder as if these things were not the ugliest depth to which a man may fall – even my fictitious software application was a cry of rage at Ethiopia, in a way.

In a lot of places, of course, the ’80s had never really come to an end.

Being a little less good than someone who is brilliant is a failure to be cherished.

Annabelle growls tunelessly, like a bear hibernating on a bassoonist.

Are we simulations? What does that question even mean?

When your friend is decomposing, surely you owe it to them to inhale their death. To do otherwise seems impossible prim.

We should be worrying about if you live in the city you’re more likely to have anxiety or mood disorders and to be schizophrenic. More than the problems people have from social media.

Soot and sorrow: the Night Market’s invocation of desperate seriousness, of doom and disaster.