Цитаты из книги The House Guest

The only interesting thing was that she kept checking her phone– like, compulsively. Even more than your average sixteen- year- old.

She pictured herself falling, spinning to her death like a rag doll dropped from a roof.

But I didn’t tell anyone your names because who would be interested? It’s not like we had Emma Watson and Daniel Radcliffe coming to stay.

Like, this is maybe a weird comparison, but when you switch from watching a TV show in HD to whatever the other one is called.’ ‘Standard definition.’

‘These millennials, huh? I’ve heard they don’t drink. Very sensible. Very boring.’

Hearing footsteps in New York is hardly an unusual occurrence.

If you told me right now that we were both dead and this was a waiting room for Heaven, I’d probably believe you.’

I know so many couples who’ve broken up because the guy couldn’t stand his wife earning more than him.

A Japanese friend had once told me that a bowl of rice with the chopsticks stuck upright is a symbol of death.

The fact he looked like he could crush a man’s head with his bare hands was a bonus.

I wondered what she had in there. Mace? A gun? I knew, from interviews, that she was a keen supporter of the Second Amendment.

She had looked at me the way one might look at a puddle of sick on the street.

‘Be careful,’ he had said. ‘When you are handed the fruits of success, other people will hope you choke on them.’

Sometimes when people get close to what they want, they realise it’s too much, too scary. Some people just aren’t cut out for the spotlight.

I blinked and rubbed my eyes and lightning flashed again, so close I thought I could smell it: a singed electric scent.

I pictured a world washed clean of its sins, and thought I might welcome it.

For a moment I wondered what would happen if the rain didn’t stop, if it filled the sewers beneath us and the river overflowed and the streets flooded.

It was as if she were filming them with her eyes, fixing them in her memory.

Again, she reminded me of a cat, stretched out and immobile, seemingly happy to lie around for hours doing nothing.

If some rich guy abducted me and kept me in a place like this, I wouldn’t mind. It would still be better than where I came from.’