Now, you mummy's darlings, get a rift on them boots. Definitely shine em, my little curly-headed lambs, for in our mob, war or no war, you die with clean boots on. — Gerald Kersh Copy Share Image
“Now Mrs. Greensleeve, who knew that she was going to die, thought of death in the same way a nightbound wanderer in the rain… — Gerald Kersh Copy Share Image
“He was one of those men who can both get money and keep it. He must have been a millionaire. He kept accounts. He… — Gerald Kersh Copy Share Image
I can't believe in the God of my Fathers. If there is one Mind which understands all things, it will comprehend me in my… — Gerald Kersh Copy Share Image
Now, you mummy's darlings, get a rift on them boots. Definitely shine em, my little curly-headed lambs, for in our mob, war or no… — Gerald Kersh Copy Share Image
“He opened the door and led me through a corridor into a dark green lounge curiously paneled with pale green glass behind which, at… — Gerald Kersh Copy Share Image
“In proper men there is hidden a light which darkness makes visible. I believe that the hope of mankind is in this buried glory;… — Gerald Kersh Copy Share Image
“ Yudenow was a controlled panic of self-preservation on two uncertain legs; abject slave to a mad desire for what beasts know as blind… — Gerald Kersh Copy Share Image
There are men whom one hates until a certain moment when one sees, through a chink in their armour, the writhing of something nailed… — Gerald Kersh Copy Share Image
