“A classical LP was playing... ... Jealous and sweet, this music was, sobbing and gorgeous, muddy and crystal. But if the right… — david mitchell Copy Share Image
“One writes music because winter is eternal and because, if one didn't, the wolves and blizzards will be at one's throat all… — David Mitchell Copy Share Image
Spent the fortnight gone in the music room reworking my year's fragments into a 'sextet for overlapping soloists': piano, clarinet, 'cello, flute,… — David Mitchell Copy Share Image
“Music leaks out of the Walkman, and a saxophone from long ago circles in the air, so sad it could barely leave… — David Mitchell Copy Share Image
“Disco's are tricky. You look a total wally if you dance too early but after one crucial song tips the disco over,… — David Mitchell Copy Share Image
“Listening's reading if you close your eyes. Music's a wood you walk through.” — David Mitchell Copy Share Image
People are obscenities. Would rather be music than be a mass of tubes squeezing semisolids around itself for a few decades before… — David Mitchell Copy Share Image
“The glances musicians exchange, when music is effortless, that was what he wanted from Milly, that intimacy.” — David Mitchell Copy Share Image
How vulgar, this hankering after immortality, how vain, how false. Composers are merely scribblers of cave paintings. One writes music because winter… — David Mitchell Copy Share Image
“In the smoky firelight the two old men nodded off like a pair of ancient kings passing the aeons in their tumuli.… — David Mitchell Copy Share Image
“One can spot a fellow musician in any context, even amongst policemen. The craziest-eyed, unruliest-haired one, either hungry-skinny or jovial-portly.” — David Mitchell Copy Share Image
“Been thinking of my grandfather, whose wayward brilliance skipped my father’s generation. Once, he showed me an aquatint of a certain Siamese… — David Mitchell Copy Share Image
“Four high school girls in, but one of them was completely, completely different. She pulsed, invisibly, like a quasar. I know that… — David Mitchell Copy Share Image
“In the next room a freckly girl Julia's age sat in a wheelchair. One of her legs wasn't there. She'd probably love to have… — David Mitchell Copy Share Image
“... Ethical cyberexplorers are responsible, yeah? We are friendly ghosts in the machine, not poltergeists or hooligans. We are a growing breed. Over sixty-five… — David Mitchell Copy Share Image
“I succumbed. Late-fifteenth-century verb, Old French succomber or Latin succumbere, but a basic necessity of the human condition, especially mine.” — David Mitchell Copy Share Image
“The second tunnel’s a Ministry of Defence tunnel...dug for a nuclear bomb shelter. The entrance is in the garden center at Woolworth’s in Great… — David Mitchell Copy Share Image
War's an auction where whoever can pay the most in damage and still be standing wins. — David Mitchell Copy Share Image
The human world is made of stories, not people. The people the stories use to tell themselves are not to be blamed — David Mitchell Copy Share Image
So little is actually worthy of belief or disbelief. Better to strive to coexist than seek to disapprove . . . — David Mitchell Copy Share Image
I elbowed my way into the grubby café, bought a pie that tasted of shoe polish and a pot of tea with cork crumbs… — David Mitchell Copy Share Image
