Hotel Honolulu, Paul Theroux
This guy is a great writer. You might have seen the Harrison Ford movie made from his book, Mosquito Coast. The movie was good. The book was better.
p. 4. A large square building with porches like pulled-out bureau drawers.
p. 6. “It’s not rocket surgery.”
p. 11. A boss’s comedy is always an employee’s hardship.
p. 25. On the beach everyone is a body.
p. 48. Games are the pastimes of men who cannot bear to be alone, who do not read.
p. 55. Fiction can be an epistle to the living, but more often the things we write, believing they matter, are letters to the dead.
p. 87. Guilt shows clearest on the faces of older people, whose skin is so full of detail.
p. 133. She was in the secrets keeping business, and I was a collector of secrets.
p. 166. She climbed on him and hugged him with all her bones, clinging like a little gecko on a big crumbling tree trunk.
p. 382. You’re a writer. Among other things, that’s a pathological condition.
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