“ This, explained the angel, is hell. The people do not love each other. They only want to feed themselves. David Mitchell
“ The human world is made of stories, not people. The people the stories use to tell themselves are not to be blamed David Mitchell
“ Still. Mariângela says that the best way to work with dementia is to act as if the person you knew is still inside the wreckage. If you’re wrong, and the person you knew is gone, then no damage is don… David Mitchell
“ Southly thru shrubby heath we tromped now till we got to wideway. Wideway I'd heard o' from storymen an' here it was, an open, long, flat o' roadstone. SAplin's'n'bush was musclin' up but wondersome'n… David Mitchell
“ My curiosity is dying, I told Professor Mephi one pleasant day, during a seminar on Thomas Paine. I remember the sounds of a baseball game drifting thru his open window. My mentor said we had to ident… David Mitchell
“ I got a six'n'six so maybe my luck was healin', so I thinked, fool o' fate what I am, yay, what we all are. David Mitchell
“ Humans live in a pit of cheating, exploiting, hurting, incarcerating. Every time, the species wastes some part of what it could be. This waste is poisonous. David Mitchell
“ February's so gloomy in this part of the world, said Mrs. de Roo, don't you think? It's not so much a month as a twenty-eight day long Monday morning David Mitchell
“ —Ya no hay lugar para ti en el mundo exterior. Ahora vives en Aurora House. ¿Vas captando el concepto? ¿O le pido al señor Withers aquí presente que te lo vuelva a explicar?Mándala a la mierda, me aco… David Mitchell
“ Yet for the first time in three days, I want something. I want the forest lord to turn me into a cedar. The very oldest islanders say that if you are in the interior mountains on the night when the fo… David Mitchell
“ Without where I am from and who I am from, I am nothing, even if the glass is gone and conifers are growing through where the roof should be. All those wide-worlders in transit, all those misplaced, t… David Mitchell
