“I remember stating that humour was the poor cousin of wit and at best it was the whetstone on which wit sharpened itself – that one laughs at humour but savours wit.” — Catherine Cookson Copy Share Image
“The Girl was gone, buried in the past. She never wanted to hear that name again. She was a woman for better for worse.… — Catherine Cookson Copy Share Image
“Fear is the enemy, fear is the foe, if you run before it down you’ll go. But if you stand and look it in… — Catherine Cookson Copy Share Image
To get over the guilt of drinking, take your brandy in milk. This way, it becomes medicinal. — Catherine Cookson Copy Share Image
Those who say they would write a book if only they had time will never become authors. — Catherine Cookson Copy Share Image
“for the days of age are not only much shorter than those in youth, but they rush away from you at a frightening rate.… — Catherine Cookson Copy Share Image
“You make your son out to be to be almost an idiot; well let me tell you something, Mrs Loan, if he were a… — Catherine Cookson Copy Share Image
“Oh God, I'm sorry I bring trouble on people. I don't mean to, you know that, you know that. And don't punish me by… — Catherine Cookson Copy Share Image
“You have never kissed me. Patted me, hugged me, but you've never kissed me." "Oh, Rosie, Rosie." His face looked on the point of… — Catherine Cookson Copy Share Image
