“it strikes me that the whole world runs on theft of one kind or another.” — Chris Priestley Copy Share Image
Writers were a strange sort; I knew that much from the newspapers. — Chris Priestley Copy Share Image
“But she was no guardian angel. She was not trying to help me at all. She had been trying to claim me as she had claimed the lives of my fellow passengers. She was the thing that remained forever unseen in my visions of her tales. She lurked near the bodies of those whose whose lives were so cruelly taken.… — Chris Priestley Copy Share
“She had the the most extraordinary capacity for falling asleep at a moments notice. Any kind of pause in the routine was an excuse for a nap. I swear she was more cat than human.” — Chris Priestley Copy Share
After all, it was only a story,' I said, determined to prove her wrong. 'All manner of terrible things may happen in a story.… — Chris Priestley Copy Share Image
From the plough to paper, from the wheel to house, from tool handles to sailing ships. Man would have been nothing without trees. — Chris Priestley Copy Share Image
Just because something is told as a story and that story is part legend or myth, or feat of imagination, does not mean there… — Chris Priestley Copy Share Image
“In my confused state I wondered if I had not died and gone to hell. And if this was the case, I wished that… — Chris Priestley Copy Share Image
“Does something amuse you?' asked Uncle Montague. 'I was merely reminding myself, Uncle, that I am getting too old to be so easily frightened… — Chris Priestley Copy Share Image
“I stood a little self-consciously. I was of an age when I was still unsure of myself in such formal matters as greetings and… — Chris Priestley Copy Share Image
“it strikes me that the whole world runs on theft of one kind or another.” — Chris Priestley Copy Share Image
“Give me a funeral over a wedding any day,.' said Uncle Montague with a sigh. 'The conversation is almost always superior.” — Chris Priestley Copy Share Image
