Something to Tell You Quotes

“I don't want to be loved. I want to be desired. Love is safety, but desire is foul.”
― Hanif Kureishi, Something to Tell You

“At the deepest level people are madder than they want to believe. You will find that they fear being eaten, and are alarmed by their desire to devour others. ”
― Hanif Kureishi, Something to Tell You

“So badly did he not want to fuck it up, he could only fuck it up.”
― Hanif Kureishi, Something to Tell You

“My pleasures disappeared with my vices. ”
― Hanif Kureishi, Something to Tell You

“Like you, she will have been with other people, but I've got a feeling there's something between you.”
― Hanif Kureishi, Something to Tell You

“Desire, like the dead or an unpleasant meal, would keep returning--it was ultimately indigestible.”
― Hanif Kureishi, Something to Tell You

“If jealousy was the vindaloo of love, I'd imagined her tongue burning, and such a fire forcing her to spill her truth.”
― Hanif Kureishi, Something to Tell You

“The girl had many virtues: money, a car--a gold-coloured Capri, in which she played the latest funk--a big house and a rich father. When Valentin asked, 'What does your boyfriend do?' she replied, 'But I don't have one, really.”
― Hanif Kureishi, Something to Tell You

“Of course, when you love the unwell, you constantly have to ask yourself: Do I love her, or her illness? Am I her lover or her healer?”
― Hanif Kureishi, Something to Tell You

“Apparently the town, a triumph of post-war socialist planning was a sewer, full of tattooed beasts and violent zombies, with vomit and blood frothing in the gutters. I couldn't wait to see it.”
― Hanif Kureishi, Something to Tell You

“I could have ripped at those pages with my fingernails in order to get all of the material inside me.”
― Hanif Kureishi, Something to Tell You

“O motorista fez uma curva fechada à esquerda, saiu da pista e entrou numa estradinha de terra, no meio de algumas árvores, parando em seguida. Ele nos jogou para fora do carro e ordenou que o seguíssemos. Obedecemos. Tínhamos uma arma apontada para nosso rosto. Não era a casa de papai, era o fim da linha. Aguardava-me uma morte súbita, violenta, matinal - no dia em que pisei na terra dos meus antepassados. Uma morte não de todo dessemelhante à que eu provocara, não fazia muito tempo. Seria justo, certo? Um carma honesto e quase instantâneo. Eu me perguntava se sairíamos nos jornais ingleses, se minha mãe forneceria fotos nossas.”
― Hanif Kureishi, Something to Tell You