Love Story, With Murders Quotes

“How do you conceal a secret? With openness.”
― Harry Bingham, Love Story, With Murders

“ownership of Mark Mortimer’s firm, Barry”
― Harry Bingham, Love Story, With Murders

“Some people are better as corpses. They’re easier to like.”
― Harry Bingham, Love Story, With Murders

“But to die – actually to die – that’s an honour only ever granted to the living. The cost of admission.”
― Harry Bingham, Love Story, With Murders

“feel a rush of something. Pride, I think. I’m not always good at naming my feelings – it’s something I used to practice”
― Harry Bingham, Love Story, With Murders

“Then I stare at my face in the mirror for a minute or two, wondering if it feels like mine. In Bram Stoker’s Dracula, the dark count is invisible in mirrors and I often feel something similar is true of me too. I can’t feel any deep relationship between the face that is mine and the person I am. Like they’re two different things. I don’t”
― Harry Bingham, Love Story, With Murders

“He says the sort of thing that people say. The light. The movement. The ceaseless change. But I think that’s to get it precisely wrong. Isn’t it the other way around? That it never changes. That you are staring at a vision of eternity, sometimes sunlit, sometimes furious, but always there. Gazing at you gazing at it. I”
― Harry Bingham, Love Story, With Murders

“Where do you hide a leaf? In a forest.”
― Harry Bingham, Love Story, With Murders

“But there’s a disconnect between the eyes and the mouth. Like the eyes are saying one thing and the mouth is about to”
― Harry Bingham, Love Story, With Murders

“Buzz and Dad are talking about a rugby player called Jones. I listen in for a while, but there seem to be at least four different Joneses in question, which seems excessive, even by Welsh standards.”
― Harry Bingham, Love Story, With Murders

“And a plastic grocery bag containing a”
― Harry Bingham, Love Story, With Murders

“Being constantly with other people places a pressure of normality on me that I can’t always bear. Here, alone, I can be the way I am. My version of ordinary.”
― Harry Bingham, Love Story, With Murders