The uncreated and the dead exist solely in our actual and virtual pasts. — David Mitchell Copy Share Image
I've become a less brave traveller since I became a dad, but in the past I was more foolhardy than brave. — David Mitchell Copy Share Image
The Revelation of Sonmi 451 To be is to be perceived, and so to know thyself is only possible through the eyes… — David Mitchell Copy Share Image
I’m scared of the future. I’m scared of the past. I’m nervous at the moment. — David Mitchell Copy Share Image
Time is what stops history happening at once; time is the speed at which the past disappears. — David Mitchell Copy Share Image
The mind has a mind of its own. It shows us pictures. Pictures of the past and the might-one-day-be. This mind's mind… — David Mitchell Copy Share Image
Our lives are not our own. We are bound to others, past and present, and by each crime and every kindness, we… — 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
