There aren't many great passages written about food, but I love one by George Millar, who worked for the SOE in the second world war and wrote a book called 'Horned Pigeon.' He had been on the run and...
Alcohol provokes stupidity; opium provokes wisdom.
Cheers,' she said as I left, 'and don't forget you're seeing Matt and I on Monday.'I thought for a moment she'd said 'matineye', an East End pronunciation of 'matinee'. Was I meant to review it?
Grief is a peculiar emotion.
His own men, those who would attack in the morning, knelt on the earth, faces hidden behind one hand, in an agonizing tunnel of their own, a darkness where there was no time but where they tried to lo...
It was entirely silent and I tried to breathe its peace.
Names came patterning into the dusk, bodying out the places of their forebears, the villages and towns where the telegrams would be delivered, the houses where the blinds would be drawn, where low moa...
No, I want to take you out back and beat your fucking head on the floor.
Something had been buried that was not yet dead.
That night Christine Hartmann went to bed with a book she had taken from among the many that lay strewn around the Manor. From an early age she had developed the art of being alone and generally prefe...
The Red Lion was a four-ale bar with a handful of lowbrowed sons of toil who looked as though they might be related to one another in ways frowned on by the Old Testament.
The more you're challenged, the more rigidly you assert your beliefs. You have nothing to lose because without your beliefs you're nothing anyway: they make you what you are. It's shit or bust.
The past was suddenly rushing in on me in a way I found hard to fight.
There had always seemed to me a frightening amount of chance in the way that people chose their careers.
This intimacy is not necessary; no one is compelling me to open my inmost self and lay it naked, undefended, against that of another – merely for the joy of the communion.
She had discovered that ageing and what they called maturity were myths, that all the years did was disqualify you from various pleasures, one by one.
Albert Einstein wrote, ‘A human being is a part of the whole, called by us Universe, a part limited in time and space. He experiences himself, his thoughts and feelings as something separated from the...
All reality about me now appeared to be in tatters, taken down and reduced to the civil war of its particles. I held on very, very tight indeed.
And in that history you're trying to connect to something that once was yours - to something purer, better, something that you lost or something, maybe, that you never knew but that you feel you knew.
And when I die all the memories of my own life will go to the grave with me, God willing, and Dick will never have to look back at them. And his children will never even know what my life was like. Th...
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