Black Chalk Quotes

“Perhaps biting your tongue was the only thing that kept the worst parts of you hidden from the world.”
― Christopher J. Yates, Black Chalk

“Jolyon was like a fireplace in wintertime, people liked to warm their souls around him.”
― Christopher J. Yates, Black Chalk

“The true gambler plays for the thrill, the sheer ecstasy of taking part. And the purest thrill comes not from the idea of winning but from the fear of defeat, from there being something real and valuable on the line. If there’s nothing to lose, then where’s the thrill? The true gambler does the opposite.’ Middle was gesturing with his fingers, letting them flutter here and there. ‘Yes, the purest lover of the game bets the other way, he goes entirely against the grain. Doesn’t he, Chad?’ Chad gave Emilia a confused”
― Christopher J. Yates, Black Chalk

“Because any friendship was a path and paths always led elsewhere. To more paths and new places.”
― Christopher J. Yates, Black Chalk

“And what else could I do with my life but try to write? I was raised by books, Jolyon, a pack of writers weaned me, like Mowgli brought up by his wolves.”
― Christopher J. Yates, Black Chalk

“Of course winning is everything. Why else do you think we call ourselves the human race?”
― Christopher J. Yates, Black Chalk

“Someone else had come out with that old line about winning not being everything. Probably Emilia, that’s exactly the sort of thing she liked to believe. And then one of us replied … perhaps even me, I’m not sure … one of us said, Of course winning is everything. Why else do you think we call ourselves the human race?”
― Christopher J. Yates, Black Chalk

“But what if shyness was simply a curse and in the world beyond his sealed lips a whole better life awaited him”
― Christopher J. Yates, Black Chalk

“Jolyon believed the world was becoming impossibly overcrowded. But Chad already had a deep understanding of his new friend and it was clear to him that Jolyon believed the world was becoming overcrowded because he was so frequently at the centre of a crowd.”
― Christopher J. Yates, Black Chalk