page 2: Dad liked to say that school was the last place where anyone could get an education.
page 3: Normally he, Mum and Dad would have Earl Grey in a pot, crumpets soggy with butter - ‘I love a bit of crumpet in the afternoon,’ Dad would always say, a remark that could only have hastened his departure...
page 4: ‘I will explain everything later,’ he said, as he always did when he intended to say nothing.
page 5: ‘At night even the most conservative of us becomes an avant gardist,’ his mother had said. Gabriel had been very interested in this. ‘I want to be an avant gardist all the time,’ he said. ‘That’s why they have schools,’ said his father. ‘To stamp out that kind of thing.’
page 15: ...and whisperingly busied about with such secret urgency, labouring at the most desirable alchemy known to mankind: how to earn money without getting a job.
page 26: ...only left the pub to attend AA meetings.
page 57: He’s not a fool - he has always known that fame is a handful of foam.
page 147: She ran out into the street after him, pleading. From the window Gabriel watched George shake her off, like someone shooing away a dog trying to bite them.
© Gabriel’s Gift. Hanif Kureishi. 2001
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