Billionaire Suicide Club Quotes

“There’s a code amongst the restless spirits of the world. You have to show each other that there is something more to life than the action- the moments when you lose yourself in the flood.”
― Guy Winter, Billionaire Suicide Club

“There’s something special about gemstones, isn’t there?” said Malthus. “Something primal. We covet them, even once we have lost our greed for so many other things in the world. I hardly eat at all now, nothing but the odd teaspoonful of raw foie gras marinated in Montrachet- and yet I still hunger for diamonds.”
― Guy Winter, Billionaire Suicide Club

“Bad faith, my lord?” said Joseph Naples KC. “They must be Cambridge men. This is All Souls College, Oxford that we are discussing. Two hundred years is but a scintilla temporis in its history, and it dates back to a time when all faith was good.”
― Guy Winter, Billionaire Suicide Club

“The vast salt flat sprawled out over the South American horizon in a white patchwork quilt, mineral formations laid out in perfect geometrical patterns, glowing orange and purple in the sunrise.”
― Guy Winter, Billionaire Suicide Club

“They call it the mountain that eats men,” said Makepeace. “And now we’re all being sucked into the Salar de Uyuni, just like the Potosí miners were dragged into La Negra. The metal and the mine may change, but the greed stays the same. The greed and the pain.”
― Guy Winter, Billionaire Suicide Club

“Nothing teaches us despair like religion!” said Malthus. “For they too deal in the currency of control.”
― Guy Winter, Billionaire Suicide Club

“Just as the Mistral purifies the Provence climate, so will suffering purify him.”
― Guy Winter, Billionaire Suicide Club

“There is no God, Mr Stevenson,” said Malthus. “Or Satan. There is only Death. And you must meet him on your own terms, if you will not take me for a guide.”
― Guy Winter, Billionaire Suicide Club

“Are you a man, sir, or a devil incarnate?”
“I’m someone who understands that there’s really no difference,” said Malthus.”
― Guy Winter, Billionaire Suicide Club

“The altiplano stretches every part of you to breaking point. Past it. The vast snow-capped bulk of Illimani, the highest mountain in the Cordillera Real, loomed over the Choqueyapu Canyon below like the walls of some mighty ice fortress. It felt like standing on the moon.”
― Guy Winter, Billionaire Suicide Club

“The fog hung low over Smithfield, sweeping up the dirt and fumes of the meat market in its grimy vapours. No colour seemed able to break through it, except the livid red of offal and spilt blood.”
― Guy Winter, Billionaire Suicide Club

“The prisoners scurried out through the fractured prison gates like emaciated rats, grabbing handfuls of provisions from the wrecked victual cart as they left the smouldering hulk of Newgate behind them.”
― Guy Winter, Billionaire Suicide Club

“The more the fox is cursed, the better he fares!”
― Guy Winter, Billionaire Suicide Club

“Why would they burn you?” said Moreland. “Why, can’t you see it, man? People like you have been burned for centuries! Burned as witches and heretics, all over Europe! Murdered by the law. By humanity’s primitive ignorance of science. Hate- fear- stupidity... Nothing is more likely to actuate men in this world- even in this year of 1805. You are the monster in their own minds, that they pursue with fire and pitchfork. It is a superstition as old as humanity itself.”
― Guy Winter, Billionaire Suicide Club

“Somehow I always thought I’d die in London,” said Wright. “In the rain.”
“Death has no nation,” said Malthus, puffing out a dense cloud of cigar smoke. “You can find him anywhere if you look hard enough.”
― Guy Winter, Billionaire Suicide Club

“Newgate was Hell enough for me!” said the Murderer. “That slow trudge through Birdcage Walk from the prison house to the scaffold, with the walls closing in on me with each step, the bars on the roof penning me in. The baying crowd outside, waiting for nothing but to see me die. And the damp- everywhere the damp, freezing my bones to their marrow. No earthly blanket can keep out that Old Bailey chill! So what was that, sir, if not a Hell on earth? And now the pain! It never leaves me…”
― Guy Winter, Billionaire Suicide Club