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“Without pride, man becomes a parasite â€� and there are already too many parasites.”
― Carla H Krueger, From the Horse’s Mouth

“Shame comes in different doses.”
― Carla H Krueger, From the Horse’s Mouth

“Rare contact creates a stir. Gossip spreads. Tensions build. Denying Pissec, miserable Obelmäker and repressed Baumauer are all seething-jealous â€� openly or reservedly â€� within the hour. The pay rise promise is working a treat. Brichacek’s licking the tip of a pencil with her sticky pink tongue. “Stop flirting,â€� he tells her, but he looks at her breasts and thinks, The girls with the bruises in the sex films are just dead dolls, but this pretty toy is alive.”
― Carla H Krueger, From the Horse’s Mouth

“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, From the Horse’s Mouth

“I’ve always thought that the best moments can come from the worst times.”
― Carla H Krueger

“Only men with intelligence, confidence and absolutely no empathy at all can progress upstairs.”
― Carla H Krueger, From the Horse’s Mouth

“Don’t mock my suggestions, Ridley â€� one day in the near future, they might just save your life.â€� Maxwell D. Kalist.”
― Carla H Krueger, From the Horse’s Mouth

“Men circle like bees around honey, buzzing to communicate their sexual despair.”
― Carla H Krueger, From the Horse’s Mouth

“To Kalist, Baumauer’s just a timber bridge in need of a good hot fire.”
― Carla H Krueger, From the Horse’s Mouth

“Are there not times, Ridley, when you yourself wish only to hear the best in people â€� and not to be dragged downwards into the underworld we all regularly inhabit?”
― Carla H Krueger, From the Horse’s Mouth

“Every time I so much as blink you get an erection.”
― Carla H Krueger, From the Horse’s Mouth

“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 â€� 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 KvÄ›tniv’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, From the Horse’s Mouth

“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 â€� 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, From the Horse’s Mouth

“You are a more powerful person than you might have ever imagined.â€� Maxwell D. Kalist.”
― Carla H Krueger, From the Horse’s Mouth

“He’s in a side room alone with her and it’s far too fucking hot.”
― Carla H Krueger, From the Horse’s Mouth

“I’m warning you because you’re young and vulnerable. He’s a dirty, lying, conniving piece of shit and he’s dangerous.â€� Gottfried Baumauer.”
― Carla H Krueger, From the Horse’s Mouth

“Secrets are dangerous.â€� Gottfried Baumauer.”
― Carla H Krueger, From the Horse’s Mouth