The Vanishing Game Quotes

“Death is hidden away from us in our century – it’s become something secret that happens in hospitals or morgues. We only see it on a screen – filtered, lit, factitious.”
― William Boyd, The Vanishing Game

“What did Shakespeare say? When sorrows come, they come not as single spies – “ “— But in battalions.”
― William Boyd, The Vanishing Game

“When sorrows come, they come not as single spies – “ “— But in battalions.”
― William Boyd, The Vanishing Game

“Real life is never, never as simple as a movie.”
― William Boyd, The Vanishing Game

“It has been my philosophy of life that difficulties vanish when faced boldly.” Isaac Asimov”
― William Boyd, The Vanishing Game

“Mallaig”
― William Boyd, The Vanishing Game

“perception – I was the wrong guy in the wrong place, so it was no surprise that my troubles multiplied.”
― William Boyd, The Vanishing Game

“moment’s further thought made me retrace my steps and go back down the coast road to Oban – it seemed altogether more unexpected and therefore safer. I hadn’t made my initial rendezvous so I had ceased to worry about time anymore. If my employer gave me an unobtainable number then what could she expect? – I might have had a puncture or a breakdown or an accident. Of course, I realised that I couldn’t be called myself, anymore, now my phone was shut down. Still, there were other routes and methods of getting in touch – Stella Devereaux had all my information and contact numbers and there was always social media. Oban was a small resort town and important”
― William Boyd, The Vanishing Game

“Shirlee opened the teak doors and ushered me in. A thickset man, 40s, swarthy, unshaven, in a loose v-neck t-shirt and carefully”
― William Boyd, The Vanishing Game

“calmed down after a few seconds and went meekly back to KT-99 for a consoling dram of Glen Fleshan. My hands were trembling”
― William Boyd, The Vanishing Game

“me in. A thickset man, 40s, swarthy, unshaven, in a loose v-neck t-shirt and carefully distressed and torn jeans came round from behind a desk piled high with scripts and shook my hand.”
― William Boyd, The Vanishing Game

“refulgent”
― William Boyd, The Vanishing Game