“(presumably with the idea that once a man had learnt to drink tea, the other habits and qualities that make up a Briton would naturally follow)”—Susanna Clarke, Jonathan Strange and Mr Norrell (via thephoenixsaid)
“Can a magician kill a man by magic?” Lord Wellington asked Strange. Strange frowned. He seemed to dislike the question.
“I suppose a magician might,” he admitted, “but a gentleman never could.”—Susanna Clarke, Jonathan Strange and Mr Norrell (via thephoenixsaid)
“Guilt is a pale thing next to Pity. I feel for the poor biologicals - these humans - living out their lives without the one supreme advantage that I possess. Perfect knowledge of why I exist, and what part, large or small, the Universe expects me to play.”—The Lurker in David Brin’s Existence
“It could always all be unreal - how could you ever tell otherwise? You took it on trust, in part because what would be the point of doing anything else? When the fake behaved exactly like the real, why treat it as anything different? You gave it the benefit of the doubt, until something proved otherwise.”
“Opposite meaning. Once, holidays meant the time when you went away."
“Yes. I remember hearing that. Primitive stuff. Age of Scarcity.”
“People had to do all the work and create wealth for themselves and society and so they couldn’t afford to take very much time off. So they worked for, say, half the day, most days of the year and then had an allocation of days they could take off, having saved up enough exchange collatoral-“
“Money. Technical term.”
“-in the meantime. So they took the time off and they went away.”—Iain M. Banks, Look to Windward
“What fun! What fun to be off again, off on the road with dwarves! This is what I have really been longing for, for years! Goodbye Gandalf! Take care! I don’t care. Don’t you worry about me! I am as happy now as I have ever been, and that is saying a great deal. But the time has come. I am being swept off my feet at last.”—Bilbo in The Fellowship of the Ring, Tolkien.
I arrived back in Manchester Airport late last night after visiting Lyuba in Bulgaria. My jar of leftover Bulgarian Lev is now very well stocked.
I’ve been wanting to read The Lord of the RIngs the whole time I was away, for some reason. Now I’ve returned to my books, including not a few copies of LOTR, I’ve decided I’m going to read the nice hardback illustrated editions that I bought from Oxfam books during my first ever term in Oxford.
Anyway, I’m home now, and I read a few books while I was away (me and Lyuba are a very boring couple like that) so more quotes will follow soon! Expect Iain M. Banks and Terry Pratchett!
“Fuck your soul, stranger," Mr. First laughed. "You’d better hope there’s no such thing. There’s people that are natural eaters and there’s those that are always going to get eaten, and I can’t see that their souls are going to be any different, so as you’re obviously one of those that are always going to get eaten, you’d better hope there isn’t any such thing. That’s your best bet, believe me." Mr. First brought out the rag he had taken from Horza’s mouth. He tied it back there, saying, "No—no soul at all would be the best thing for you, friend. But if it turns out you have got one, you come back and tell me, so I can have a good laugh, right?”—Consider Phlebas, by Iain M. Banks, pp. 174-5. (via idaman008)
“The sea is calm tonight,
The tide is full, the moon lies fair
Upon the straits. On the French coast
The light gleams
And is gone. The cliffs of England stand,
Glimmering and vast, out in the tranquil bay.”—Matthew Arnold, Dover Beach