Fitzcarraldo Editions

Anna and Tom had grown up with the notion that individuality manifested itself as a set of visual differences, immediately decod­able and in constant need of updating.

She had a good deal of pain and she slept badly in spite of the six aspirins she took every day.

dark rings round her eyes, her face thin and a pinched look about her nose.

clamour of fading falls

I’d like to leave, but there’s nowhere to go.

It took them a long time to notice I was gone, which meant I was able to make it quite some distance.

a thing in motion will always be better than a thing at rest; that change will always be a nobler thing than permanence; that that which is static will degenerate and decay, turn to ash, while that which is in motion is able to last for all eternity.

That life is not for me. Clearly I did not inherit whatever gene it is that makes it so that when you linger in a place you start to put down roots. I’ve tried, a number of times, but my roots have always been shallow; the littlest breeze could always blow me right over.

actually buy my books in paperback, so that I can leave them without remorse on the platform, for someone else to find. I don’t collect anything.

Once I’d finished my studies, I also worked as a teacher, a rehab counsellor, and – most recently – in a library. Whenever I managed to save any money, I would be on my way again