“How could the wind be so strong, so far inland, that cyclists coming into the town in the late afternoon looked more like sailors in peril? This was on the way into Cambridge, up Mill Road past the cemetery and… — Penelope Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
On the whole, I think you should write biographies of those you admire and respect, and novels about human beings who you think are… — Penelope Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
Surely you have to succeed, if you give everything you have.' 'I don't see why. Everyone has to give everything they have eventually. They… — Penelope Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
If they don't depend on true evidence, scientists are no better than gossips. — Penelope Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
“The barge anchors were unrecognisable as such, more like crustaceans, specimens of some giant type long since discarded by Nature, but still clinging to their old habitat, sunk in the deep pits they had made in the foreshore. But under the ground they were half rusted away. Dreadnought's anchor had come up easily enough when the salvage tug came to… — Penelope Fitzgerald Copy Share
It is interesting to note that everyone has a different take on the world, a different opinion, and given the same inputs have completely… — Penelope Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
“You can borrow my Blackbird, if you like,' said Ben. This was his new fountain pen, which troubled him. It was guaranteed not to… — Penelope Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
“She ought to go down to the beach. It was Thursday, early closing, and it seemed ungrateful to live so close to the sea… — Penelope Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
