Quotes by : Patrick McGrath

Our conversations were like sex, our sex like conversation.

Solitude is a terrible thing, for it permits the imagination to picture, in detail, that which perhaps....

A tissue of small sounds filled the room, a bird, a clock, a voice from another garden. What we call....

Soon enough the tears came but of course nobody came down to see if she was all right, it was just the....

I often wondered how it would be to tramp off into the mountains and keep going until I was exhausted,....

We see nobody clearly. We see only the ghosts of absent others, and mistake for reality the fictions....

Strange how reluctant I was to acknowledge that control of my fate lay beyond my own conscious will.....

Perhaps that's the whole point about infidelity, I suggested, not that one has sex but that by doing....

Isolated people, those who live alone, are always conscious of their condition in the homes of families.....

For despite his confidence, and his apparent maturity, I suspected that there was in him a deep and childish....