“... but now men who could work preferred to beg, and the artists forgot that their calling was noble and became imitators instead of creators, charging exorbitant sums for the rubbish they churned out with one eye closed.” — Pauline Gedge Copy Share Image
“Khaemwaset’s eyes remained on the riverbank as the green confusion of spring glided by. Beyond the fecund, brilliant life of the bank with its… — Pauline Gedge Copy Share Image
“The mist was very dark in here, white and wet, and the cobwebs festooning the gaunt tree trunks were weighed down with thousands of shimmering, pear-shaped crystals. But it was not cold. Only still and secret and private, a hushed world within a world… They followed the sound, and after a while found a clearing, not open to the sky… — Pauline Gedge Copy Share
I don't read much when I'm working. When I'm finished work, I don't want a thing to do with words. — Pauline Gedge Copy Share Image
“... but now men who could work preferred to beg, and the artists forgot that their calling was noble and became imitators instead of… — Pauline Gedge Copy Share Image
“The night folded around them with a sweetness and poignancy heightened by the new pale stars that prickled silver fire in the water of… — Pauline Gedge Copy Share Image
“He watched the early light of the new moon glint fretfully on the river, now silver slivers, now darkness, as the night breeze stirred… — Pauline Gedge Copy Share Image
“The apple trees were in full bloom, the scent enveloping the party in a heady, almost palpable mist, and pale petals rocked on the… — Pauline Gedge Copy Share Image
I'm not ashamed to say I love television. I put the TV on, and my brain switches off, and I just sit there for… — Pauline Gedge Copy Share Image
“Noon was approaching and the shadows under the sycamores were thin and short. The surface of the blue-tiled fish-pond was glassily still and water… — Pauline Gedge Copy Share Image
“The feathery palms that lined the drainage canals, the acacia thorns and sycamores, all glistened with the sheen of new, pale-green leaves, and in… — Pauline Gedge Copy Share Image
“Bint-Anath was approaching, her many-pleated, floor-length sheath floating scarlet around her, her slim shoulders visible under a billowing white flounced cloak, and the long… — Pauline Gedge Copy Share Image
