What better hiding place than an old, woodlice-ridden album of photographs!

Vane grabbed me. “DuLac, let’s chat.” British-speak for “Stand still while I yell at you.

I understand. I know about the women gathering at Lourdes, the visits worldwide. You are all staying at the chateau. There are no accidents,” Lilli said.

WHAT THE HELL WAS I DOING?! Oh, right.$1500.' From 'Clown Porn' in 'Broken Headbone.

I don't watch reality TV, my reality is tough enough.

You’re a lady. It’s written all over you, but the West doesn’t forgive any woman-unless she’s got a man.

It was an interesting night. I’d never been to a non-Jewish wedding, and Phelan assured me that this one was not the norm. The bride and groom got pissed as newts—he ended up passed out, sprawled face down in his own vomit, while she did the cancan on the bridal table, flashing something old, which apparently was nothing new.

The girl signed deeply and ever so slowly made her way down to the opposite end of the case. Using the metal tongs she passed over the golden yellow ladoo and reached for the darker pieces that Mrs. Singh usually set aside. I started to protest, but suddenly noticed the coldness in her eyes staring into mine.

You don’t live in luxury! You are relegated to sleep in the little store room behind the kitchen with the cockroaches and rats and are at the mercy of Mrs. Gupta,’ Reena was indignant. ‘It’s five-star accommodation compared to a mud hut.

I like these games we play, the ones that involve our heads and our hearts ~ Page 212.