Pat Barker
Quotes
[Tom] denies [Lauren] his attention in memory, as he did in life.
Border CrossingA rasp and flare as [Danny] struck the match. A doubled reflection of the flame appeared in his eyes, whose pupils had not contracted, as one would have expected, but grown large, as if starved for light.
Border Crossing[Tom] was fed up to the back teeth with being a walking, talking sperm bank.
Border CrossingDo you think confession's the only route to redemption?
Border CrossingA second later, the water enclosed him in a coffin of ice.
Border CrossingThe boy [Danny] looked like a baby: purple faced, wet hair, that drowned look of a newborn, cast up on to its mother's suddenly creased and spongy belly.
Border Crossing[Lauren's] eyes were glazed, inward-looking. Like labour, Tom thought, the irony as sour as the mud on his tongue.
Border CrossingDo you think it's different, killing a rabbit and killing a person?
Border Crossing[Tom had] learnt to value detachment: the clinician's splinter of ice in the heart.
Border CrossingDanny was a bottomless pit. He wanted other people to fill him, only in the process the other people ended up drained.
Border CrossingThe fired burnt furiously, piled high with logs. Danny had dragged the log basket onto the hearth rug and was kneeling beside it, a log in each hand, watching the fire burn.
Border CrossingThey'd awoken that morning to a curious stillness. Clouds sagged over the river, and there was mist like sweat over the mudflats.
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