‘But the mingled, mingling threads of life are woven by warp and woof: calms crossed by storms, a storm for every calm. There is no steady, unretracing progress in this life; we do not advance through fixed graduations, and at the last one pause…’
Sunday, July 20, 2014
Chris Tsiolkas, The Slap
'Richie had a dawning sense that the fact that men loved kicking a leather ball to one another boded ill for the sanity of the human race.'
