We’re supposed to get a whiff as we walk past you, not when we drive past you at sixty miles an hour.
She doesn’t have a conscience. Come on. We all have one. No, some are born without one. It’s always everyone else’s fault. I’ll get Jimmy Anderson onto
O fat white woman whom nobody loves —Frances Crofts Cornford
I'm glad there's one woman left in this village you don't want to show your bum to.
Above thy deep and dreamless sleep The silent stars go by. —Philips Brooks
Pale grey eyes. ‘Mr Herriot,’ Hamish began, ‘can you tell me who you voted for to be Lammas queen last year?’ ‘I voted for Iona, the lassie on the switchboard.’ ‘Would it surprise you to learn that al...
When love grows diseas’d, the best thing we can do is put it to a violent death; I cannot endure the torture of a lingring and consumptive passion. —Sir George Etherege
Gets the horrors something dreadful. If a man has the DTs, isn’t it better to get him to the hospital? asked Hamish mildly.
Ellie lowered her voice dramatically. She was a black witch. I can still hear her dreadful laughter as I ran away. Elspeth translated this as—I said something silly and she began to laugh and I was of...
Did I say that? he asked, and then added in so low a voice that Alice could not hear what he was saying, If I said that then I am a very great fool indeed.
Aye, it’s an unfair world when you think of it. If that man had been a woman, he’d have been called a harlot!
Mourners
Then as the earth’s inner, narrow crooked lanes Do purge salt waters’ fretful tears away —John Donne
Mrs. Wellington was wearing a voluminous flannel nightgown when she answered the door. Hamish was glad Mr. Wellington had found God, because it certainly looked as if he would need to wait until he go...
I wish I loved the Human Race; I wish I loved its silly face; I wish I liked the way it walks; I wish I liked the way it talks: And when I’m introduced to one I wish I thought What Jolly Fun! —Sir Wal...
He fished steadily, trying to fight down a dragging, aching sense of loss, wondering how one’s brain should know all the sensible answers while one’s emotions longed for the unattainable.
Christmas had done its usual merry work of setting husband against wife, relative against relative, and spreading bad will among men in general. People looked overfed and hung over and desperately wor...
And being very young and capable of violent mood swings, she then began to worry about what to wear for dinner.
You always run to answer the bell, Agatha, and when you see me, your face always falls in disappointment, as if you were expecting someone else.
Tis now the very witching time of night, When churchyards yawn and hell itself breathes out Contagion to this world —Shakespeare