“Oh yes that’s right, you’re man of principle aren’t you?’ Jim said, somewhat tetchily. ‘Made of unbending rock with no room for compromise. Heart of oak, nerves of steel, a will of iron … and a knob of butter.” — Tony Rattigan Copy Share Image
“And then there were her eyes. Two grey gimlets. They had a gaze that could strip wallpaper. They made you think that she could… — Tony Rattigan Copy Share Image
“I’m sorry, I thought you were together.’ ‘Why, do I look like an organ grinder?’ said Cobb.” — Tony Rattigan Copy Share Image
“Whatever the reason, they sold in the thousands, for Pickens had discovered that marketing truth … Sex Sells! Amongst his classic bestsellers were: David Cop a’ Feel, Little Dorrit does Dallas, The Old Prophylactic Shop, Hard Times and Cruel Mistresses, Our Mutual Disease, Oliver’s Wrist (that was a one off,) The Mystery of Edwin’s Droop and his latest, an expose… — Tony Rattigan Copy Share
“Oh for love of the Gods, thought Jim. The last thing I need right now is philosophical discussion with a madman, on a snowy… — Tony Rattigan Copy Share Image
“So while you may be reading this sitting comfortably in your semi-detached in Cricklewood, a hundred Universes over, Captain Lars Felder of the Hyperion Space Command is manoeuvring his Nimwad attack fighter into the final strike position for an attack on a Zykon Death Cruiser. And fifteen Universes over from that, Ug is still trying to figure out how to… — Tony Rattigan Copy Share
“Do you ever have Deja Vu?’ ‘I could ask in the kitchen, see if they've got any in.” — Tony Rattigan Copy Share Image
“Never eat at a restaurant that has a handbrake. Never buy food from any place that won’t be there next morning.” — Tony Rattigan Copy Share Image
“Don't you wish you could do what birds do?' 'What ... make custard?' 'No, fly south for the winter.” — Tony Rattigan Copy Share Image
“There’s no such thing as a noble death, Cobb ... there’s just death.” — Tony Rattigan Copy Share Image
“She was one of those women that makes any red blooded male look at her and go, ‘Ah yes … now I remember why… — Tony Rattigan Copy Share Image
“Oh dear thought Cobb. Never mind Father Yule, he sounds more like Ebenezer Scrimge from Charles Pickens’ book “A Yuletide Song”.” — Tony Rattigan Copy Share Image
