Books don't offer real escape, but they can stop a mind scratching itself raw. — David Mitchell Copy Share Image
If you’re in your life, chance. Viewed from the outside, like a book you’re reading, it’s fate all the way. — 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
As for reading, I wish I had a magic door to a library where I could go in, read for days and… — David Mitchell Copy Share Image
Words are very powerful and can lead anyone reading them or hearing them, into contemplation and insight. How the mind follows suit… — David Mitchell Copy Share Image
“Reading off a page is like looking down at a landscape from a balloon – your eye "sees" the story as well… — David Mitchell Copy Share Image
A book you finish reading is not the same book it was before you read it. — 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
