Carla H. Krueger Quotes

She heard him speak, but did not recognise the problem in his voice – only later did she realise it was that thing he’d been concealing – known as guilt.

~ Carla H. Krueger

I always feel anxious if anyone’s close to uncovering my secrets.

~ Carla H. Krueger

Too old for dolls. Too ill for tablets.

~ Carla H. Krueger

The fear of silence is a fear everyone should overcome.

~ Carla H. Krueger

Shush – it’s silent time again.

~ Carla H. Krueger

I’ve always thought that the best moments can come from the worst times.

~ Carla H. Krueger

We are all the sum of a million moments in our lives.

~ Carla H. Krueger

She was not alone in her respect for him. Because he is more than a boss to people. He’s a religion for non-believers.

~ Carla H. Krueger

Self-belief is not self-centred. We can only fight effectively for others if we already believe in ourselves.

~ Carla H. Krueger

I want to question societal norms, encourage people to think in new ways.

~ Carla H. Krueger

Reading and writing dangerous books lets me be who I can't be and say what I can't say in everyday life.

~ Carla H. Krueger

There is just too much cruelty, selfishness and corruption in the world not to want to crush the poisonous will of those who cause it by writing about it as powerfully as I can.

~ Carla H. Krueger

Without pride, man becomes a parasite – and there are already too many parasites.

~ Carla H. Krueger

Shame comes in different doses.

~ Carla H. Krueger

It’s late and most of the clerks are at home in their beds, dreaming of swimming in pools filled with real money.

~ Carla H. Krueger

Don’t mock my suggestions, Ridley – one day in the near future, they might just save your life.” Maxwell D. Kalist.

~ Carla H. Krueger

Men circle like bees around honey, buzzing to communicate their sexual despair.

~ Carla H. Krueger

Only men with intelligence, confidence and absolutely no empathy at all can progress upstairs.

~ Carla H. Krueger

Every time I so much as blink you get an erection.

~ Carla H. Krueger

To Kalist, Baumauer’s just a timber bridge in need of a good hot fire.

~ Carla H. Krueger

He’s in a side room alone with her and it’s far too fucking hot.

~ Carla H. Krueger

You are a more powerful person than you might have ever imagined.” Maxwell D. Kalist.

~ Carla H. Krueger

Are there not times, Ridley, when you yourself wish only to hear the best in people – and not to be dragged downwards into the underworld we all regularly inhabit?

~ Carla H. Krueger

I’m warning you because you’re young and vulnerable. He’s a dirty, lying, conniving piece of shit and he’s dangerous.” Gottfried Baumauer.

~ Carla H. Krueger

Maxwell D. Kalist is a receiving teller at a city bank, Orwell and Finch, where he runs an efficient department of twenty two clerks and twelve junior clerks. He carries a leather-bound vade mecum everywhere with him – a handbook of the most widely contravened banking rules. He works humourlessly (on the surface of it) in a private, perfectly square office on the third floor of a restored grain exchange midway along the Eastern flank of Květniv’s busy, modern central plaza. Behind his oblong slate desk and black leather swivel chair is an intimidating, three-storey wall made almost entirely of bevelled, glare-reducing grey glass in art-deco style; one hundred and thirty six rectangles of gleam stacked together in a dangerously heavy collage.

~ Carla H. Krueger

Each day of the week, Kalist indulges himself in a different, secret ritual. On Mondays, he wears cologne. On Tuesdays, he eats meat for lunch. On Wednesdays, he places a bet after work. On Thursdays, he smokes one cigarette (but claims he’s not a smoker). On Fridays, he treats himself to his favourite pastime: horse practice – he grew up with horses and likes to try and emulate their distinctive whinnies, snorts, neighs, snuffles, sighs, grunts, fluttering nostrils, the occasional aggressive outburst and the especially beautiful nicker of a mare to her foal. And, on Saturdays, lest we forget, Maxwell D. Kalist drinks wine from a chalice.

~ Carla H. Krueger

When a person sets out to learn from others and not to teach others he becomes a true writer.

~ Carla H. Krueger

When I write, I try to represent the voices of people I've known who had no voice.

~ Carla H. Krueger

All the best writers take risks, offend people often and say fuck you to the critics.

~ Carla H. Krueger

Welcome to Sex Media, Where Fantasy Becomes Reality!

~ Carla H. Krueger

Names can hide so much.

~ Carla H. Krueger

This is no place for limits.

~ Carla H. Krueger

It is not fiction. It is history. And both their histories match now.

~ Carla H. Krueger

This is a landscape of dreams cemented in the past, of hopes gone cold, of girls and boys for rent in officially empty tower blocks, where none is truly so.

~ Carla H. Krueger

He is polite, the perfect gentleman at first. Yet she knows his kindness is an act he performs for himself to justify what he’s about to do.

~ Carla H. Krueger

The loudest silence is camera silence.

~ Carla H. Krueger

Secrets are dangerous.” Gottfried Baumauer.

~ Carla H. Krueger

Nader refused to bring her the feathery dream catcher – her asabikeshiinh – with its willow-web and invisible ‘lady spider’ apparently weaving her spells – an object Bea insisted always hung above her in bed.

~ Carla H. Krueger

I’ll be your friend until you find a better one.

~ Carla H. Krueger

Day after day, week after week; writing great fiction takes time, emotion, skill and effort.

~ Carla H. Krueger