Malcolm Lowry

Quotes

There was no mistaking, even in the uncertain light, the hand, half crabbed, half generous, and wholly drunken, of the Consul himself, the Greek e’s, the flying buttresses of d’s, the t’s like lonely wayside crosses save where they crucified an entire word.
p. 35
Under the Volcano
In the war to come correspondents would assume unheard of importance, plunging through flame to feed the public its little gobbets of dehydrated excrement.
p. 157
Under the Volcano
What is man but a little soul holding up a corpse?
p. 287
Under the Volcano
"What for you lie?" the Chief of Rostrums repeated in a glowering voice. "You say your name is Black. No es Black." He shoved him backwards toward the door. "You say you are a wrider." He shoved him again. "You no are a wrider." He pushed the Consul more violently, but the Consul stood his ground. "You are no a de wrider, you are de espider, and we shoota de espiders in Méjico."
p. 371
Under the Volcano
For a time they confronted each other like two mute unspeaking forts.
p. 75
Under the Volcano
And this is how I sometimes think of myself, as a great explorer who has discovered some extraordinary land from which he can never return to give his knowledge to the world: but the name of this land is hell.
p. 36
Under the Volcano
But my lord, Yvonne, surely you know by this time I can’t get drunk however much I drink.
p. 85
Under the Volcano
Nothing in the world was more terrible than an empty bottle! Unless it was an empty glass.
p. 86
Under the Volcano
"Christ," he remarked, puzzled, "this is a dingy way to die."
p. 373
Under the Volcano
How shall the murdered man convince his assassin he will not haunt him.
p. 79
Under the Volcano
The will of man is unconquerable. Even God cannot conquer it.
p. 97
Under the Volcano
Yes, I do love you, I have all the love in the world left for you, only that love seems so far away from me and so strange too, for it is as though I could almost hear it, a droning or weeping, but far, far away, and a sad lost sound, it might be either approaching or receding, I can’t tell which.
p. 200
Under the Volcano