“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
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
