A writer lives, at best, in a state of astonishment. Beneath any feeling he has of the good or evil of the… — William Sansom Copy Share Image
“A writer lives, at least, in a state of astonishment. Beneath any feeling he has of the good or evil of the world lies… — William Sansom Copy Share Image
“What is the colour of Christmas? Red? The red of the toyshops on a dark winter’s afternoon, Of Father Christmas and the robin’s breast?… — William Sansom Copy Share Image
“Tall, black-haired, rouged, Kaiser-moustached, he cackled and screamed in weird attitudes, giggling in high soprano, hiding his little black teeth behind an exquisitely gloved… — William Sansom Copy Share Image
A Status symbol is an instrument you clash when you want someone to know you are there. — William Sansom Copy Share Image
“He already knew that life was largely illusion, that though wonderful things could happen, nevertheless as many disappointments came in compensation: and he knew,… — William Sansom Copy Share Image
A writer lives, at best, in a state of astonishment. Beneath any feeling he has of the good or evil of the world lies… — William Sansom Copy Share Image
