Quotes from John Boyne

monogamy is simply not the natural state for man, and when I say man I mean man or woman. It just doesn't make sense to manacle yourself sexually to the same person for fifty or sixty years when your relationship with that person can be so much happier if you give each other the freedom to enter and be entered by people of the opposite sex whom you find attractive. A marriage should be about friendship and companionship, not about sex.

And they would surely find some way of suggesting that you were as guilty as any of us. No matter how young you were.

However, as the consequences of Black Thursday began to settle in investors' minds, most people attempted to recover their losses and the dramatic selling began again. On Tuesday 29 October, the day of the Wall Street Crash, more than 16 million shares were dumped in an afternoon of trading. On that one single day, as much money was lost on the New York stock exchange as had been spent in its entirety by the US government on fighting the First World War. It was a disaster. Annette

But here's what you have to remember: There are no homosexuals in Ireland. You might have got it into your head that you are one but you're just wrong, it's as simple as that. You're wrong.

I felt that this must be what it would be like to be married to someone, a constant back and forth of bickering, watching out for any stray comment in a conversation that might be corrected, anything to keep gaining the upper hand, the advantage, bringing one closer to taking the game, the set and the whole blasted match without ever ceding a point.

He'd always been a handsome man, of course, and his good looks had stayed with him into old age, as they so often do with undeserving men.

You were such a sweet boy when you first came here. Is it really that easy for the innocent to be corrupted?

Why did they abandon me? Why do we abandon each other? Why did I abandon you?

I blame Charles Dickens for the death of my father'.

Hay cosas que sencillamente están ahí, sin molestar a nadie, esperando a que las descubran.

leaving me an orphan like those characters I had spoken of the night before, if one can truly be called an orphan at twenty-one years of age.

a story of a boy who had started out with love and decency in his heart but had found himself corrupted by power. The story of a boy who had committed crimes with which he would have to live for ever; a boy who had hurt people who loved him and been a party to the deaths of those who only ever showed him kindness; who had sacrificed his right to his own name and would have to spend a lifetime trying to earn it back again.

He didn't want to play football. He wanted to be told the truth.

Should women read, Miss Caine? There's a question for you. Does it excite them too much?

The same thing that's happened

I've seen all those movies, of course. Schindler's List, The Pianist, Sophie's Choice. And I've watched a few documentaries and read a few books. But you don't really get a sense of it until you're actually there, do you? Have you ever been, Mrs F.?' I said nothing.

After all, the clamour of the crowded public house is infinitely more welcoming than the stillness of the empty home.

Por la mejor razón del mundo: Por amor

Would there be no end to publishing? he wondered. Perhaps it would be a good idea if everyone just stopped writing for a couple of years and allowed readers to catch up.

the ground for I know not how long. Of course

Here's a tip though', he told me, leaning over and pressing a hand into my shoulder. 'If you want to improve your time, run faster.

Anything is possible," I said. "But most things are unlikely.

Don't we all hope for some form of immortality? We might not be able to breathe forever but there are other ways to stay alive.

What's wrong with you people? he asked, looking at me as if I was clinically insane. What's wrong with Ireland? Are you all just fucking nuts over there, is that it? Don't you want each other to be happy? No, I said, finding my country a difficult one to explain. No, I don't think we do.