“But the big hills up at the lake helped to make him feel that the houseboat man did not matter. The hills had been there before Captain Flint. They would be there for ever. That, somehow was comforting.” — Arthur Ransome Copy Share Image
You write not for children but for yourself. And if by good fortune children enjoy what you enjoy, why then you are a writer… — Arthur Ransome Copy Share Image
Fishing is not like billiards, in which it is possible to attain a disgusting perfection. — Arthur Ransome Copy Share Image
When a thing's done, it's done, and if it's not done right, do it differently next time. — Arthur Ransome Copy Share Image
Fishing books , lit by emotion recollected in tranquility, are like poetry. .. . We do not think of them as books but as… — Arthur Ransome Copy Share Image
Good fishermen know that in talking about fishing, nothing is more interesting than the truth. — Arthur Ransome Copy Share Image
“They found, like many explorers before them, that somehow, in their absence, they had got into trouble at home.” — Arthur Ransome Copy Share Image
“The island had come to seem one of those places seen from the train that belong to a life in which we shall never… — Arthur Ransome Copy Share Image
For at least the last 275 years the honesty of fishermen has been somewhat questionable. It should be noted that Izaak Walton whose book… — Arthur Ransome Copy Share Image
“Who would wave a flag to be rescued if they had a desert island of their own? That was the thing that spoilt Robinson… — Arthur Ransome Copy Share Image
“The storm came pretty soon," said John. "They won't have got much further before it caught them. We may find them any minute. They'll… — Arthur Ransome Copy Share Image
“P...U...D...D...I...N...G" "Pudding," said Roger. "They've kept some for us." "She hasn't finished the word," said Dick. Titty was reading steadily on. "H...E...A...D...S...End of word” — Arthur Ransome Copy Share Image
