Quotes from Benjamin Black

There's always somebody," she said simply.

Movie lots are strange places. You feel like you're in a waking dream, meeting cowboys and showgirls, ape-men and Roman centurions, all of them just walking along like any other bunch of workers on their way to the office or the factory. They looked even stranger than usual today, since most of them had umbrellas up

You don't realize how narrow the space you're living in is until someone else steps inside it

When will I see you again?" I asked. On these occasions, there's nothing original to say

Funny movies are funny only in a full house. When the place is nearly empty, you notice how after every joke there's a deliberate pause in the action to allow for a wave of laughter from the audience, and since this evening no one was laughing, the whole thing began to seem sad

Phoebe lay rigid, staring into the darkness. It was often like this; she would go to sleep and then after an hour or two would start awake from a nightmare not a single detail of which had stayed with her.

Hunt's wife, after all, had died in questionable circumstances,

He greeted April warmly. "Miss Griffin," he said, taking her

Creo que en el interior de cada hombre cuelga un retrato estilizado de la mujer ideal, un modelo con el que comparar a esta o a aquella mortal de carne y hueso que sostiene entre sus brazos.

He watched her as she held the door for Maggie to pass through with the soup. Her hair was the color of rain-wet wheat. He had chosen her sister, Delia Crawford; Delia the dark one; Delia who died.

In the hallway of the house there was the usual smell he could never identify, brownish, exhausted, a breath out of childhood, if childhood was the word for that first decade of misery he had suffered through.

de qué sirven las premoniciones? Casi de tanto como las ideas retrospectivas

But sometimes when you are getting nowhere, you have to give the wasps' nest a wallop

The boy was still there, inside the young man's body. It was the same with all of them, all the men she had ever known, in her family or outside it; they reverted to childhood when they were hurt, or sad, or in trouble.

before he could stop himself he heard himself say:

martes, una de esas tardes de verano en que la Tierra parece haberse detenido. El teléfono, sobre la mesa de mi despacho, tenía

La imaginación tiene sus propios motivos y nos los oculta.

And yet the glow, that inward glow, that was a thing he did not wish to live without, whatever the state of his liver or his brain.

the past wastes no time becoming the past, all right.

Every time Quirke saw Mal nowadays his brother-in-law seemed a little more dry and dusty, as if an essential fluid was leaking out of him, steadily, invisibly. He leaned

Brenda Ruttledge —dijo Quirke—. Una de las enfermeras.

Mal Griffin, Sarah, él mismo a los veinte años, y Delia, su futura esposa,

Patología, Wilkins y Sinclair, sus ayudantes, intercambiaron

Conor Carrington,