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Favourite Quotes submitted by Book Club members.

Mayor Ken Livingstone had sent a letter to be read out: 'There can be no doubt that Brian Paddick would not be in the position he is in today if it was not for his sexuality. Those who have waged a campaign against this officer are the real obstacles in the fight against crime...' Thank goodness I managed to remain composed as I thanked everyone for their support. 'All I want to do,' I told them, 'is to serve the people of Lambeth.' I left the hall and marched towards Brixton underground, passing posters bearing my face and the caption: 'The Life of Brian - He's not a very naughty boy, he's the Messiah!'

“Line of Fire” by Brian Paddick

I understood that my freakiness was a huge, raging advantage. Nancy Boys clearly had a lot more fun than non-Nancy Boys!

She did what any self-respecting four-year-old lesbian-in-the-making would have done, she attempted to murder Sally Anne."

Both from “Beautiful People” by Simon Doonan

Well, there are two kinds of loneliness aren't there? There is loneliness of absolute solitude - the physical fact of living alone, working alone as I have always done.. This need not be painful. For many writers it is necessary..... Being alone for most of the day means you listen to different rhythms which are not determined by other people. I think it is better so.

But there is another kind of loneliness which is terrible to endure. He paused. That is the loneliness of seeing a different world from that of the people around you. Their lives remain remote from yours. You can see the gulf and they can't. You live amongst them. They walk on earth, you walk on glass. They reassure themselves with conformity, with carefully constructed resemblances. You are masked, aware of your absolute difference.

“Hallucinating Foucault” by Patricia Duncker

I couldn't figure out his humour, but then again I hadn't been exposed to many funny men nor did I understand why humour was prized at all. It seemed to me human communication was dangerously imperfect and intermittent at best and I thought that introducing crotchets and grace-notes into it was perilously irresponsible.

“my Lives” by Edmund White

'What!' shouted Colonel Hampton, 'you've taken the abominable liberty of turning my wife into a wolf, and now you stand there calmly and say you can't turn her back again!'

“The She Wolf” by Saki"

Ralph began to talk about the sea. They had returned to the fire, but this time Laurie wouldn't take the armchair. The rug was comfortable to lie on, sprawling with his chin in his fists. He lay there, getting heavy with the heat and the residual fumes of the gas fire. "... I said, 'I'm sorry, senhor, but I shipped with you as a passenger to Beira, and I'm not prepared to navigate for you under conditions like that: either your mate is mad or he isn't; if he isn't you don't need me, and if he is, you'll have to put him under restraint even if he is your brother-in-law, because I can't do with him under my feet in the chartroom weeping and praying and playing about with knives.' So finally he ..."

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I am: yet what I am none cares or knows,
My friends forsake me like a memory lost;
I am the self-consumer of my woes,
They rise and vanish in oblivious host,
Like shades in love and death's oblivion lost;

Opening lines of poem “I Am” John Clare

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