“Ah, you may sit under them, yes. They cast a good shadow, cold as well-water; but that's the trouble, they tempt you… — Gerald Durrell Copy Share Image
“So I went instead and tasted Taki's new white wine. Spiridion! what a wine...like the blood of a dragon and smooth as… — Gerald Durrell Copy Share Image
“The Daffodil-Yellow Villa The new villa was enormous, a tall, square Venetian mansion, with faded daffodil-yellow walls, green shutters, and a fox-red… — Gerald Durrell Copy Share Image
“It was no half-hearted spring, this: the whole island vibrated with it as though a great, ringing chord had been struck. Everyone… — Gerald Durrell Copy Share Image
“He glanced about him to make sure we weren't overheard, leaned forward, and whispered, 'He collects stamps.' The family looked bewildered. 'You… — Gerald Durrell Copy Share Image
Gradually the magic of the island [Corfu] settled over us as gently and clingingly as pollen. — Gerald Durrell Copy Share Image
They were maps that lived, maps that one could study, frown over, and add to; maps, in short, that really meant something. — Gerald Durrell Copy Share Image
“It's all your fault, Mother,' said Larry austerely; 'you shouldn't have brought us up to be so selfish.' 'I like that!' exclaimed Mother. 'I… — Gerald Durrell Copy Share Image
As I watched the pulsing fire among the trees and heard the beat of the drum merge and tremble with the voices, forming an… — Gerald Durrell Copy Share Image
Each day had a tranquility a timelessness about it so that you wished it would never end. But then the dark skin of the… — Gerald Durrell Copy Share Image
We stared at the odd garment and wondered what it was for. 'What is it?' asked Larry at length. 'It's a bathing costume, of… — Gerald Durrell Copy Share Image
“Lying spread-eagled in the silky water, gazing into the sky, only moving my hands and feet slightly to keep afloat, I was looking at… — Gerald Durrell Copy Share Image
“Larry was always full of ideas about things of which he had no experience.” — Gerald Durrell Copy Share Image
“No sooner were they drowsing pleasantly than the Magenpies would start the food call, one doing the hiccoughs while the other did the piping.… — Gerald Durrell Copy Share Image
“The noise of drinking was exhilarating. Champagne corks popped and the pale, chrysanthemum-coloured liquid, whispering gleefully with bubbles, hissed into the glasses; heavy red… — Gerald Durrell Copy Share Image
My childhood in Corfu shaped my life. If I had the craft of Merlin, I would give every child the gift of my childhood. — Gerald Durrell Copy Share Image