Growth purely for its own sake is the philosophy of cancer.
Mr. McGregor’s a nasty piece of work, isn’t he? Quite the Darth Vader of children’s literature.
The safest course was actually the simplest-do nothing at all and hope everything turned out for the best. It wasn’t a great plan, but it had the benefits of simplicity and a long tradition.
Have you ever wondered how nostalgia isn”t what it used to be?
DCI Horner’s advice to Jack Spratt: “Remember, m’boy,” his old boss had said, eyes twinkling, “that if anyone tries to get the better of you, stand up straight and say to yourself in an imperious air, ‘I am the new Mrs. de Winter now!’ You’ll find it works wonders.
My temper began to rise – always a bad sign. I would probably end up doing something stupid.
Try to be pleasant to one another, get plenty of fresh air, read a good book now and then, depose your government when it suspends the free press, try to use the mechanism of the state to adjudicate fairly and employ diplomatic means wherever possible to avoid armed conflict.
By spiritually I merely mean that I feel I have good in my soul and am inclined to follow the correct course of action given a prescribed set of circumstances.
Cucumbers are technically a fruit and in the same family as pumpkins, melons and squash, so it may benefit those markets, although, to be honest, giant melons don’t strike me as potentially that commercial.
Strive for the Long Now.
If you want your fridge-freezer and your car and a nice house and asphalt on the roads and a health service, then thank the weapons business. Thank the war economy that drives us to this.
All of everything came into existence simply because it wanted to be. The big bang wasn’t so much a big bang as a hasty dash toward an opportunity to trade nothingness for somethingness. The main contributory factor to the entire universe was a momentary effect in need of a cause.
Though his death would not fill me with any sense of sadness, I would probably feel the loss. Even enemies are part of one.
Most of Mycroft’s ideas were far too dangerous to even think about, much less let loose on a world unprepared for hyper-radical thought.
Truly competent Literary Detectives are as rare as truthful men, Mr. Tweed – you can see her potential as clearly as I can. Frightened of someone stealing your thunder, perhaps?
I had never come across a talking cat before, but good manners, as my father used to say, cost nothing.
Besides, I punched him in the eye.
Marriage, like spinach and opera, was something I had never thought I would like.
If the real world were a book, it would never find a publisher. Overlong, detailed to the point of distraction-and ultimately, without a major resolution.
If the real world were a book, it would never find a publisher.