Ken Puddicombe > Quotes

“The uncertainty, the fear of the unknown was driving him, almost to the point of desperation. He felt as if he was going down a dark stairway, missing a step, hurtling into the unknown and having no idea where he would land.”
― Ken Puddicombe, Racing With The Rain

“We're quick to think of people as snobs, little realizing that perhaps they suffer from the same insecurities that we do.”
― Ken Puddicombe

“Lying there in bed, dangling in a zone somewhere between sleep and consciousness, he was overcome by a strange feeling: that he was losing control of his life, and for the first time in recent years was unsure of the direction it was taking him." Carl Dias reflects on life in RACING WITH THE RAIN”
― Ken Puddicombe, Racing With The Rain

“To be honest, it's a real relief to go to Canada where I can be among my relatives. Just the kind of break I need. Strange enough, when I'm there, I can't wait to get back to Guyana. There's something that's always calling me back, something in the blood, I guess." Father Martin to Carl Dias in Racing With The Rain.”
― Ken Puddicombe, Racing With The Rain

“What's the rush? Recognise that with the time at our disposal, there is only a limited number of good books you can read, a few really good movies worth seeing, and a finite number of hours, days, years to enjoy them!”
― Ken Puddicombe

“The clock changed to 4:47. Passages in time. He had always wondered if it was possible to measure an interval, and here it was, two minutes had elapsed before his very eyes. One hundred and twenty seconds during which nothing had happened.”
― Ken Puddicombe, Racing With The Rain

“I had lunch with the staff of one of my old companies once. They were all people with whom I had worked except one particular girl who was new to the department. She said that she felt she had known me for a long time although we had never met. She said that they were still following the policies and procedures I had written way back then. Your writing, it appears, will survive long after you’re gone.” –Ken Puddicombe.”
― Ken Puddicombe

“As far as he knew there had been no earth-shattering event unfolding in the world, and if there were, what did it matter to him anyway? He could easily remain in bed all day and not know about it, and as far as he was concerned, if it was something he knew nothing about, it hadn’t happened and had no bearing on his life.”
― Ken Puddicombe, Racing With The Rain

“One of the slats in the middle of the window shade was bent out of shape and through it he could see a new day breaking outside. A soft glow was working its way into the bedroom. How easily time had slipped through his fingers!”
― Ken Puddicombe, Racing With The Rain

“He stared at the numbers emblazoned in red against a black background: 4:45, and he continued to look while the last digit slowly moved downwards. The movement was hypnotic: one digit sliding into a cavity somewhere in the bottom of the clock, another replacing it from a reservoir at the top, a seemingly endless cycle of time. Was this what his life had come down to?”
― Ken Puddicombe, Racing With The Rain

“Lying there in bed, dangling in a zone somewhere between sleep and consciousness, he was overcome by a strange feeling: that he was losing control of his life, and for the first time in recent years was unsure of the direction it was taking him.”
― Ken Puddicombe, Racing With The Rain

“The phone on the night table rang, a harsh sound splintering the stillness of the early morning and he was startled, even though he had not been fully asleep. Perhaps if he ignored it, the sound would go away.”
― Ken Puddicombe, Racing With The Rain

“Moving closer to her, he’d kissed her gently on her shoulder, his pulse racing at the thought of early morning intimacy. He’d traced the pattern of hair around her long neck –he’d always found this stimulating, and he remembered how it was when they started living together;”
― Ken Puddicombe, Racing With The Rain

“Everyone knew the government's philosophy in problem solving after that incident: If you couldn't see it, the problem didn't exist”
― Ken Puddicombe, Junta: a novel set in the Caribbean

“he was falling, his arms flailing helplessly, his body catapulting relentlessly into the brown, murky water that would propel him towards the koker, out to the gaping mouth of the Demerara River. From there he’d be sucked into the Atlantic, to wash up on some unknown beach or sink to the bottom of the ocean.”
― Ken Puddicombe, Racing With The Rain