Macalvie, that was an incredibly lachrymose question.
An idyllic childhood is probably illusion.
Before you hate something you should try to understand it.
Remember the great film with Bette Davis, All About Eve? There's a scene after the scheming Eve steals Margo's role through trickery & then gets this magnificent review. Margo of course is effing & bl...
Fear wearing black.' Definition of cool. Maybe it's also the definition of courage. Would she be courageous?.
We don't know who we are until we see what we can do.
Mind, he said. I’ll just get it then.
Steptoe continued: Yes, I had a very tasty dish of flageolet
And so it continued all day, wynde after wynde, from a room beyond came the whistle of a teakettle. Now, you really must join me. I've some marvelous Darjeeling, and some delicious petits fours a frie...
Whether we fall by ambition, blood or lust, Like diamonds we are cut with our own dust.
Melrose, smiling brightly at the butcher.
It was the sort of room that made you want to stand around in it and read for the rest of your life
Having little to do with the present, Mr. Beaton had plenty of room for the past. Oh, yes, he read the papers and knew that governments came and went (Conservative, Labor, Sociopath, Mr. Beaton would...
Melrose was so concerned that the [book]shop might close for lack of business, that he had suggested he would like to invest in it or even become a silent partner. You see, books have always been a ho...
It was either Kenya or staying with my nincompoop grandchildren. Ha! Leopards I’d sooner. Melrose waited for her to complete the sentence, but she was done with it.
He felt the loss of something irreplacable, as if a thief had come out of the night, velvet-gloved and softly shod, and taken whatever it was away without Jury’s ever having known, and slipped through...
Find her a good home, someone to take care of her. She’s a little girl, Melrose. She shouldn’t be spending her days at Heathrow, scanning for villains. She should be safe. The other members who were a...
Before Ernest could start walking back the cat, Melrose put in, But isn’t it rather we who have come here, Mrs. Attaboy? At her uncomprehending look, he plowed on. It is their country. What? Africa? I...
Elf made his way fuzzily back to the drawer, trying to think nasty thoughts about his tormentor (Mungo the dog) but he couldn't, as he was too little and his mind was formless and without messages.( E...
If a cone had dropped on velvet needles, if a star had lain a silver track across the sky, if the dead had turned in their graves - I swear, I would have heard it, that's how silent it all was.