Sanda

“Nobody knows he's a writer. It's other people who tell you.”
― Joël Dicker, The Truth About The Harry Quebert Affair

“Our lips now conjoin like the glittery coils of a wet snake dancing in the amazon. Kissing Nadia sends me into a savoring affair for that which is most delectable, always tasting the delicate layers that exist in her myriad of emotion. Always, Nadia’s opulent lips gratify and subdue by easing my sensitivity as she drags her fingers down my stomach like a tree scattering its roots. I now brush my lips over Nadia’s, dipping into her mouth like a brush that falls into a bucket of paint, osculating under this euphoric form of affection.”
― Luccini Shurod, The Painter

“I love the razor’s edge. I want to be cut open. My terror is of a bourgeois, ordinary life. I can’t bear the everyday constraint. I believe that ordinariness would put out my spark, such as it is.”
― Hanif Kureishi, The Last Word: A Novel

“You know what a publisher is? He’s a failed writer whose father was rich enough that he’s able to appropriate other people’s talents.”
― Joël Dicker, The Truth About the Harry Quebert Affair