Scott Bradley

“No, he mustn't think about it, or indeed about anything, and especially not about heroin, because heroin was the one thing that really worked, the only thing that stopped him scampering around in a hamster's wheel of unanswerable questions. Heroin was the cavalry. Heroin was the missing chair leg, made with such precision that it matched every splinter of the break. Heroin landed purring at the base of his skull, and wrapped itself darkly around his nervous system, like a black cat curling up on its favourite cushion. It was as soft and rich as the throat of a wood pigeon, or the splash of sealing wax onto a page, or a handful of gems slipping from palm to palm.”
― Edward St. Aubyn, Bad News

“One can rarely say enough about the kindness of Italians. One is always treated as a human being who needs unpredictable things—like a moment by oneself with a bottle on the beach. They have a true gift for what can only be called spontaneous delicacy.”
― Lawrence Osborne, The Accidental Connoisseur: An Irreverent Journey Through the Wine World

“I miss you more than I remember you.”
― Ocean Vuong, On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous

“Lange claimed that every photograph was a self-portrait of the photographer.”
― Geoff Dyer, The Ongoing Moment: A Book About Photographs