On some nights I take a little laudanum and a few months ago Mrs Abernetty recommended pillows stuffed with camel hair. She was absolutely right.
I don’t know how anyone can tell them apart. They even wear the same clothes all the time, which is a bit creepy.
Almost two hundred thousand books are published in the UK every year and although some of them will have the advantage of a well-known author attached, the vast majority have just two or three words on a surface measuring no more than six by nine inches to sell themselves. Titles have to be short, smart and meaningful, easy to read, easy to remember and original. That’s asking a lot.
Hawthorne certainly had a magnetic personality. Although, of course, magnets can repel as well as attract.
If you’ve ever read the French philosopher Alain Badiou, you’ll know that he defines jokes as a type of rupture that opens up truths.
But he was a man without a shadow – or perhaps a shadow without a man.
This was a woman who didn’t just go to bed with a book. She went to bed with a library.
To enjoy something fully, you had to own it. And if you couldn’t buy it, then you would have to steal it.
A novel is a container for 80,000 to 90,000 words and you might see it as a jelly mould. You pour them all in and hope they’ll set.
It would upset me to have to be discourteous to you, so I would be obliged if you did not communicate with me again except, of course, in the most urgent circumstances. I wish you a good evening.’ It.
I’ve often been quite tempted to write a book.” “You could have the launch party back in jail.
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Blunt. I am the chief executive of the Special Operations Division of MI6. And your uncle was, for want of a better word, a spy.
As a rule, I don’t go to funerals. I find them too horrible and upsetting and the older I get, of course, the more invitations I receive. As a favour to my friends, I’ll make sure that none of them are told the date of mine.
You must know that feeling when it’s raining outside and the heating’s on and you lose yourself, utterly, in a book.
It seemed that there was nothing you could find here that was not expensive and very little that was actually necessary.
Evil will never win entirely. It can’t. It’s not in its nature.
You never realise how fragile everything is until it breaks.
It was as if she had been locked up in a lunatic asylum for so long that she had forgotten she was actually mad.
German accent, as if he.