“I thought, too, about time. How fleet it is, and how certain, and like death how indifferent to our commentary upon it. Once not long before we had been boys and girls, and soon we would be middle-aged, thickening with… — Charles Finch Copy Share Image
My ambition is to one day shed my wardrobe and figure out how to look like Gilles Bensimon - or a famous stylist -… — Charles Finch Copy Share Image
I don't think taste is about money. As your career develops, you're able to decide what to spend your money on. I live in a really small apartment in London, and that's a choice. I live at The Carlyle in New York, but it's not big. It's about making choices of style over flashiness. People's style is subjective and mine… — Charles Finch Copy Share
When I was younger I always had a dark navy, black tie and everybody would look at me like it was odd, but now… — Charles Finch Copy Share Image
“Suddenly Dallington burst into speech. 'Listen, Lenox - I want to apologize...' Lenox waved a dismissive hand. 'You're young,' he said. 'There are many… — Charles Finch Copy Share Image
The big challenge is a suit not worn with a tie. To me, it's a very odd look. David Cameron and many of our British politicians have adopted this look. I think it is challenging for men to look chic in casual clothing. Most people just want to wear T-shirts and baggy shorts and don't really care, whereas in the… — Charles Finch Copy Share
...It had been a perfect nap -- the sort a man runs into now and again by chance... — Charles Finch Copy Share Image
“In a fit of ambition I would start The Rainbow or Lord Jim, books I carried around school in the hopes that someone might… — Charles Finch Copy Share Image
“I've had my wild times now and then more than my share perhaps and I don't think I'll give them up, because… — Charles Finch Copy Share Image
“There are times in life when the weather and the landscape seem suddenly as if they’re for you alone.” — Charles Finch Copy Share Image
“I thought, too, about time. How fleet it is, and how certain, and like death how indifferent to our commentary upon it.” — Charles Finch Copy Share Image
Are you going to give a speech?' she asked gaily. He gave a choked laugh. 'Of course not,' he said. 'Not for ages.' 'My cousin Davey gave one on his very first day!' ... 'In the Lords, I remember. It was about how he didn't like strawberry jam.' 'Be nice, Charles! It was a speech about fruit importation, which I… — Charles Finch Copy Share
“And as I gazed up at the implacable black of the sky, my body warm from the bed but my face chilled, I thought of the terrible truth we all know, somewhere in our souls: that there has never been a shred of evidence that life goes beyond life. Nobody has sent back word. There is nothing. That does not… — Charles Finch Copy Share
