Clint Jones

“Women are more used to betrayal than men, but take it deeper.”
― M. John Harrison, Viriconium

“Go the window: the street is empty. You may hear running footsteps, or a sigh. In a minute or two the whistles have moved away in the direction of the Tinmarket or the Margarethestrasse. Next day some minor prince is discovered in the gutter with his throat cut, and all you are left with is the impression of secret wars, lethal patience, an intelligent manouevring in the dark.”
― M. John Harrison, Viriconium

“We waste our lives in half truths and nonsense. We waste them.”
― M. John Harrison, Viriconium

“Viriconium, the Pastel City; a little cryptic, a little proud, a little mad. Its histories, as forgotten as his own, made of the air a sort of amber, an entrapment; the geometry of its avenues was a wry message from one survivor to another: and its present, like his own, was but an implication of its past - a dream, a prediction, a brief possibility to be endured.”
― M. John Harrison, Viriconium