Emma

“All that glisters is not gold;
Often have you heard that told:
Many a man his life hath sold
But my outside to behold:
Gilded tombs do worms enfold.”
― William Shakespeare, The Merchant of Venice

“At length, in depth, their spirited exchange culminated in a mutual exclaim of Party understanding.”
― Adam Johnson, The Orphan Master's Son

“Sun Moon offered her Juche to him, and he gave her all he had of Songun policy.”
― Adam Johnson, The Orphan Master's Son

“Kenny Bloke offers me a smoke as Damon MacNish windmills through “Corduroy Skirts Are a Crime Against Humanity.” “I saw the lads in Fremantle, back in … eighty-six? Fackin’ A.” Kenny Bloke’s in his late fifties, sports ironmongery in his ear, and is a Noongar elder, according to the festival bumf. I observe how Damon MacNish and many of his contemporaries have turned into their own tribute bands, which must be a peculiar and postmodern fate. Kenny Bloke taps ash into the geraniums.”
― David Mitchell, The Bone Clocks