“But I think my most lasting impression was still the unhurried dignity and noblesse with which the Spaniard handled his drink. He never gulped, panicked, pleaded with the barman, or let himself be shouted into the street. Drink, for him,… — Laurie Lee Copy Share Image
“Granny Trill and Granny Wallon were traditional ancients of a kind we won’t see today, the last of that dignity of grandmothers to whom age was its own embellishment. The grandmothers of those days dressed for the part in that… — Laurie Lee Copy Share Image
It was a world that I wanted to record because it was such a miracle visitation to me. — Laurie Lee Copy Share Image
That last winter was a tragic story and I got no personal honour out of it but I was a witness to it. — Laurie Lee Copy Share Image
Such a morning it is when love leans through geranium windows and calls with a cockerel's tongue. When red-haired girls scamper like roses over… — Laurie Lee Copy Share Image
I was set down from the carrier's cart at the age of three; and there with a sense of bewilderment and terror my life… — Laurie Lee Copy Share Image
In America, even your menus have the gift of language.... The Chef's own Vienna Roast. A hearty, rich meat loaf, gently seasoned to perfection… — Laurie Lee Copy Share Image
“Granny Trill and Granny Wallon were traditional ancients of a kind we won’t see today, the last of that dignity of grandmothers to whom… — Laurie Lee Copy Share Image
The prospect Smiler was a manic farmer. Few men I think can have been as unfortunate as he; for on the one hand he… — Laurie Lee Copy Share Image
For the first time I was learning how much easier it was to leave than to stay behind and love. — Laurie Lee Copy Share Image
I have been sitting watching that ever since I came back, the continuous variations of light and shadow. — Laurie Lee Copy Share Image
All civilizations at some time have fallen into this total terror, when the mystery of life was a kind of panic only to be… — Laurie Lee Copy Share Image
Bees blew like cake-crumbs through the golden air, white butterflies like sugared wafers, and when it wasn't raining a diamond dust took over which… — Laurie Lee Copy Share Image
