Some knowledge is a fish, she muttered. Some is a serpent.
She said that too. His voice was low key and modest. The accent, which was not very pronounced, had the gentle burr of the Scottish professional classes. This was an accent that would score highly in...
She had been tied to an incubus, the memory of a love that had been rejected and had had nowhere to go; she had been locked into a dead relationship and now the last dried skin of it had fallen away,...
She could turn away and say that they had nothing to do with her, or she could accept that they had somehow touched her skirt. ...we all had a skirt, and those who touched our skirt became our concern...
Preserve’ is an entirely suitable motto for a jam-making company, said one. Marmalade and so on—I’m not so sure it’s quite right for a firm of lawyers.
Pickled onions had nothing to do with moral imagination, but were important in their own quiet, vinegary way, Isabel supposed.
Perhaps this was a concomitant of freedom: if people were free, then some of them, at least, would be free of the constraints of good taste. Perhaps
Perhaps one day she would find a place where she would stay. That would be good. To know that the place you were in was your own place—where you should be.
Perhaps if you don't know there's a gap, you don't worry about it. If you were a millipede, a , crawling along the ground would you look at the birds and worry about not having wings? Probably not.
People with something to hide wore sunglasses indoors. They were the ones you had to watch very carefully.
People caused harm to others because they were of malevolent disposition, that was shear human wickedness. something that has always existed and always would.Some people it seemed derived pleasure fro...
Penury was a matter of hard chairs and mean cushions; prosperity—old money—was a matter of feathers: an absurd reductionist view of it, but at times quite strikingly true.
Of course you could not allow yourself to think too much about these issues. One had to get on and to attend to the day-to-day business of living.
Number 1, read Dr Fairbairn. People making me do things I don’t want to do. I hate this. I hate this. Every day I have to do things that other people want me to do and it leaves me no time to do any o...
Not all taxi drivers, Paul had discovered, actually wanted to take passengers to their destination; some of them, he felt, were in it for the arguments, or the opportunity to pontificate, or for the s...
No, the idea of a benevolent god was very much an exception in the enormous pantheon of gods that people had invented over the course of human history.
No buts, Bertie. If you don’t keep your promise then you’ll get into serious trouble. Big time. You could go to prison, and then what? And there’s God too. God watches these things and if he sees you...
Never be put off by rudeness, Mma, she whispered. It is the rude person who is rude, not you.
Music and art and philosophy are ultimately based on the premise that this man on his tractor, and these pigs, and the swarms of bees that fertilise the crops, will all continue to do what they do.
Mr. Polopetsi is such a…such a modest man, even perhaps a bit mousy. She transferred her gaze to Mma Ramotswe. Not that I want to be rude, Mma.