“And for What, For What. No matter what you do it will never amount to anything but a single drop in a… — David Mitchell Copy Share Image
My life amounts to no more than one drop in a limitless ocean. Yet what is any ocean, but a multitude of… — David Mitchell Copy Share Image
“Your life amounts to no more than one drop in a limitless ocean." "Yet, what is any ocean but a multitude of… — David Mitchell Copy Share Image
I hear my father-in-law's response..."Naïve, dreaming Adam. He who would do battle with the many-headed hydra of human nature must pay a… — David Mitchell Copy Share Image
“& only as you gasp your dying breath shall you understand, your life amounted to no more than one drop in a… — David Mitchell Copy Share Image
“In the next room a freckly girl Julia's age sat in a wheelchair. One of her legs wasn't there. She'd probably love to have… — David Mitchell Copy Share
“... Ethical cyberexplorers are responsible, yeah? We are friendly ghosts in the machine, not poltergeists or hooligans. We are a growing breed. Over sixty-five… — David Mitchell Copy Share
“I succumbed. Late-fifteenth-century verb, Old French succomber or Latin succumbere, but a basic necessity of the human condition, especially mine.” — David Mitchell Copy Share
“The second tunnel’s a Ministry of Defence tunnel...dug for a nuclear bomb shelter. The entrance is in the garden center at Woolworth’s in Great… — David Mitchell Copy Share
War's an auction where whoever can pay the most in damage and still be standing wins. — David Mitchell Copy Share
The human world is made of stories, not people. The people the stories use to tell themselves are not to be blamed — David Mitchell Copy Share
So little is actually worthy of belief or disbelief. Better to strive to coexist than seek to disapprove . . . — David Mitchell Copy Share
I elbowed my way into the grubby café, bought a pie that tasted of shoe polish and a pot of tea with cork crumbs… — David Mitchell Copy Share
“A classical LP was playing... ... Jealous and sweet, this music was, sobbing and gorgeous, muddy and crystal. But if the right words existed… — david mitchell Copy Share
“Writing poetry's,' I looked around the solarium, but Madame Crommelynck's got a tractor beam, 'sort of . . . gay.' '"Gay"? A merry activity?'… — David Mitchell Copy Share
