It's true, you can never eat a pet you name. And anyway, it would be like a ventriloquist eating his dummy.
– Alexander Theroux
September: it was the most beautiful of words, he'd always felt, evoking orange-flowers, swallows, and regret.
– Alexander Theroux
Silence is the unbearable repartee.
– Alexander Theroux
The parrot holds its food for prim consumption as daintily as any debutante, with a predilection for pot roast, hashed-brown potatoes, duck skin, butter, hoisin sauce, sesame seed oil, bananas and human thumb.
– Alexander Theroux
There is no loneliness like that of a failed marriage.