“I was at peace with a world which afforded so much bounty, and began to enjoy living at the very end of… — Peter Ackroyd Copy Share Image
To watch King Lear is to approach the recognition that there is indeed no meaning in life, and that there are limits… — Peter Ackroyd Copy Share Image
“Suffering is intrinsic to human existence. There is no joy without its attendant pain.” — Peter Ackroyd Copy Share Image
There is no humiliation worse than the consciousness of a wasted life. It stains the spirit, forestalls hope, and destroys any motive… — Peter Ackroyd Copy Share Image
The ordinary routines of life are never chronicled by the historian, but they make up almost the whole of experience. — Peter Ackroyd Copy Share Image
“lonely and isolated people who feel their solitude more intensely within the busy life of the streets. They are what George Gissing… — Peter Ackroyd Copy Share Image
All cities are impressive in their way, because they represent the aspiration of men to lead a common life; those people who… — Peter Ackroyd Copy Share Image
His head was boiled, impaled upon a pole and raised above London Bridge. So ended the life of Thomas More, one of… — Peter Ackroyd Copy Share Image
“His body had become a companion which seemed always about to leave him: it had its own pains which moved him to… — Peter Ackroyd Copy Share Image
“For when I trace back the years I have liv'd, gathering them up in my Memory, I see what a chequer'd Work… — Peter Ackroyd Copy Share Image
“As soon as he had left the room and walked into the air, he knew that he would never return and for… — Peter Ackroyd Copy Share Image
“His terror became his companion. When it seemed to diminish, or grow easier to bear, he forced himself to remember the details… — Peter Ackroyd Copy Share Image
“On his thirteenth birthday he had seen a film in which the central character was a painter who, unable to sell his… — Peter Ackroyd Copy Share Image
If I did only one thing at a time I'd think I was wasting my time. If, for example, I only wrote novels I… — Peter Ackroyd Copy Share
I believe that the gods themselves are frightened of the world which they have fashioned. — Peter Ackroyd Copy Share
“A woman is a deep Ditch, said he, her House inclines to Death and her Paths unto the Devil” — Peter Ackroyd Copy Share
I don't know if I have a voice of my own. I don't see me being an important person with something to say. I… — Peter Ackroyd Copy Share
The ordinary routines of life are never chronicled by the historian, but they make up almost the whole of experience. — Peter Ackroyd Copy Share
“I believe now that there can be no real sense of loss or seperation without the recognition of death; we were too young to… — Peter Ackroyd Copy Share
I don't find myself interesting as a person and the details I find boring, quite frankly. You could sum it up in a few… — Peter Ackroyd Copy Share
Rioting has always been a London tradition. It has been since the early Middle Ages. There's hardly a spate of years that goes by… — Peter Ackroyd Copy Share
“absinthe removes the bitter taste of failure and grants me strange visions which are charming principally because they cannot be written down. Only in… — Peter Ackroyd Copy Share
“Those in their snug Bed-chambers may call the Fears of Night meer Bugbears, but their Minds have not pierced into the Horror of the… — Peter Ackroyd Copy Share
In so far as I have any beliefs, I suppose I'm like that old Peggy Lee song, 'Is That All There Is?' I want… — Peter Ackroyd Copy Share
“dyer. (Looking at him scornfully) So that is why Wits swarm like Egypt's Frogs. If I were a Writer now, I would wish to… — Peter Ackroyd Copy Share
The embrace of present and past time, in which English antiquarianism becomes a form of alchemy, engenders a strange timelessness. It is as if… — Peter Ackroyd Copy Share
In London, I've always lived within 10 miles of where I was born. You see, there is something called a spirit of place, and… — Peter Ackroyd Copy Share
There is no humiliation worse than the consciousness of a wasted life. It stains the spirit, forestalls hope, and destroys any motive for action… — Peter Ackroyd Copy Share
