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“One thing I knew about the novelist’s task: when in doubt, write; when empty, write; when afraid, write. Nothing is more impenetrable than the blank page. The blank page is the void, the absence of sense and feeling, the white light of literary death.”
― Philip Sington, The Valley of Unknowing

“And then they would watch her closely as the dark, coagulated masses took form before her eyes, became flesh and bone, became gradually human. For all their show of reluctance, she had a sense that they enjoyed introducing her to these horrors, as seducers took pleasure in the corruption of innocence.”
― Philip Sington, The Einstein Girl

“Her hair, just long enough now to tie back in a knot, had a coppery sheen, a hint of fire in the darkness.”
― Philip Sington, The Einstein Girl

“Desire is an appetite, quickly sated. Longing is a wound, an opening in the heart or the spirit. Whatever the cause, whatever the duration, it almost always leaves a scar.”
― Philip Sington, The Valley of Unknowing