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“The presence of the girl had simply given him a veil of decency with which to clothe an act of violence”
― Into the Woods
― Into the Woods
“The ends of his moustache have been waxed into little tips. Here on the Lower East side, he is the absolute pinnacle of sophistication. McAvoy cannot help but think that back home, in Hull, he would be found in a wheelie bin with a cocktail shaker wedged somewhere invasive.”
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“Violet looks at the small, shy girl, and hopes that she gets to become her friend. Hopes, too, that she doesn't spoil it. Hopes she doesn't make her usual mistakes. Sometimes she loves so fiercely that it looks a lot like hate”
― Into the Woods
― Into the Woods
“She glares at the newcomers with eyes that make Rowan think of the cheap nylon bears won at the fair. Her mouth is a glossy smear of red jam and the corners dip further down in tandem with each noticeable augmenting of her nostrils. Her gimlet gaze sweeps left and the nostrils flare like an exhausted horse”
― Into the Woods
― Into the Woods
“From journalist to writer. Tick! From writer to TV presenter. Tick! And from TV presenter back to square bloody one. Dick! A reporter without a story; a journalist without a journal. Self-employed bordering on full-time unemployed”
― Into the Woods
― Into the Woods
“If he were writing about this tiny triangle of South-West Lake District, Rowan would use the phrase "sleepy" or "picture-postcard" - rummaging around in the crumbs at the bottom of his bag of journalistic cliches for the simplest way to get the right picture into a reader's head. In truth, this little straggle of cottages and barns is well past sleepy. It's asleep to the point of coma. If it had nostrils, Rowan would be tempted to use a mirror to check for breath”
― Into the Woods
― Into the Woods
