page 55: O, alas, alas for his debauched children, flesh of his flesh, heir to all his failings and none of his strengths!
page 81: Was faith not faith but simple family habit? Maybe there was no true religion but only this eternal handing down.
The Enchantress of Florence © Salman Rushdie, 2008
The Restaurant of Love Regained
page 178: I wish I could recall more about that special day. But I’m afraid that if I did, I might crumble. Things like this, the most precious things in the world, I keep them all safely locked away in my chest where nobody can even touch them. Where the sun can never fade them. Where the wind and rain can never harm them.
The Restaurant of Love Regained © Ito Ogawa, 2008
Last Man in Tower
page 5: the face of this tower, once pink, is now rainwater-stained, fungus-licked grey, although veins of primordial pink show wherever the roofing has protected the walls from the monsoon rains.
page 42: ...with drandruff sprinkled likes spots of wisdom on the shoulders of his green kurta.
page 89: ‘If I had designed the human body, I’d have done a better job, Rosie. The materials used are not the best. Corners have been cut. The structure collapses too soon.’ He laughed.
page 209: Just outside the bedroom, a bird began to trill, its notes long and sharp like a needled thread, as if it were darning some torn corner of the world.
Last Man in Tower © Aravind Adiga, 2011
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