“A visible shiver ran through Arthur. "Can you imagine letting him touch you? Be like kissing a snake that'd been dipped in snot." "Oh, now there's a mental image." Eric wrinkled his nose. "You have such a talent for description.” — Cecilia Ryan Copy Share Image
“Arthur could almost imagine Paul McCartney sitting with his feet up by the fire one evening, humming it to Linda and wondering what to buy with the proceeds, and thinking probably Essex.” — Douglas Adams Copy Share Image
