“ Writing is like knitting. Stitch after stitch, word by word, and before you know it you have a book ... or a jumper! Luggs
“ The hall erupted into punches, blows, and kicks. The dancing ended but the band played on. The older men escorted the women from the premises and so ended a bloody-good night. Luggs
“ That’s the difference between them and us. ‘Them’ view foxes as vermin, and ‘us’ identify with the fox. Luggs
“ Pye turned his paw over and chewed his claws. “Humph. What you think of me is none of my business.”“You don’t know, do you?”“Know more than you . . . Know what?”“You are dead.”Pye patted his paws. “No… Luggs
“ She fell on the bread and cheese as if she were a lioness. Did lions eat cheese? He didn’t know. He knew Mrs Prater’s kitten ate cheese. He ate anything. Poor bloody animal. Still, he was a slum cat,… Luggs
“ I don’t know what came over me.” Charlie smiled. He drew her to him and kissed her. “Me,” he said. Luggs
“ Mary, we met in a pub. As you weren’t banging a tambourine, I understand you weren’t selling the word of God. Luggs
“ Not one of the boys like me. I’ve put their noses out of joint.”“Well, they were never good-looking lads. Luggs
