Chris Cleave
Chris Cleave
Chris Cleaveis a British writer and journalist...
NationalityBritish
ProfessionWriter
fall clouds squares
They say that in the hour before an earthquake the clouds hang leaden in the sky, the winds slows to a hot breath, and the birds fall quiet in the trees of the town square. Yes but these are the same portents that precede lunchtime, frankly.
dream oil rude
The future looks like gasoline. . . . crude oil . . . is the future before it has been refined. It is like a dream of the future, really, and like any dream it ends with a rude awakening.
mind firsts wells
To be well in your mind you have first to be free.
principles world down-and
Nobody has the time to sit down and explain the first world from first principles.
fool
And thus love makes fools of us all.
girl summer clouds
Is it my fault if I do not look like an English girl and I do not talk like a Nigerian? Well, who says an English girl must have skin as pale as the clouds that float across her summers? Who says a Nigerian girl must speak in fallen English...?
running names capes
Death, of course, is a refuge. It's where you go when a new name, or a mask and cape, can no longer hide you from yourself. It's where you run to when none of the principalities of your conscience will grant you asylum.
school thinking guy
I think, in common with a lot of novelists, I wasn't the most athletic guy at school.
writing character research
I'm always determined that as a novelist I'm going to go out there and research my characters very thoroughly before I start writing.
thinking serious would-be
If I could not smile, I think my situation would be even more serious.
horse littles bees
I planned how I would kill myself in the time of Churchill (stand under bombs), Victoria (throw myself under a horse), and Henry the Eighth (marry Henry the Eighth)- Little Bee
men want trouble
That is the trouble with happiness-all of it is built on top of something that men want.
grief heart mind
There was no quick grief for Andrew because he had been so slowly lost. First from my heart, then from my mind, and only finally from my life.
hard
It was hard not to be full of hope