The Last London Quotes

“He stood, fluffing his feathers: as poet, priest of place, shoulders sloped like folded wings; magenta scarf, scarlet lining to anorak, black-rimmed spectacles and aureole of wizardly white hair.”
― Iain Sinclair, The Last London: True Fictions from an Unreal City

“With plenty of practice, we have learnt how to make a ritual of grief, even for those we have never met and know little about.”
― Iain Sinclair, The Last London: True Fictions from an Unreal City