From the plough to paper, from the wheel to house, from tool handles to sailing ships. Man would have been nothing without trees. — Chris Priestley Copy Share Image
Writers were a strange sort; I knew that much from the newspapers. — Chris Priestley Copy Share Image
“But she was no guardian angel. She was not trying to help me at all. She had been trying to claim me as she… — Chris Priestley Copy Share Image
“She had the the most extraordinary capacity for falling asleep at a moments notice. Any kind of pause in the routine was an excuse… — Chris Priestley Copy Share Image
After all, it was only a story,' I said, determined to prove her wrong. 'All manner of terrible things may happen in a story.… — Chris Priestley Copy Share Image
From the plough to paper, from the wheel to house, from tool handles to sailing ships. Man would have been nothing without trees. — Chris Priestley Copy Share Image
Just because something is told as a story and that story is part legend or myth, or feat of imagination, does not mean there… — Chris Priestley Copy Share Image
“In my confused state I wondered if I had not died and gone to hell. And if this was the case, I wished that… — Chris Priestley Copy Share Image
“Does something amuse you?' asked Uncle Montague. 'I was merely reminding myself, Uncle, that I am getting too old to be so easily frightened… — Chris Priestley Copy Share Image
“I stood a little self-consciously. I was of an age when I was still unsure of myself in such formal matters as greetings and… — Chris Priestley Copy Share Image
“it strikes me that the whole world runs on theft of one kind or another.” — Chris Priestley Copy Share Image
“Give me a funeral over a wedding any day,.' said Uncle Montague with a sigh. 'The conversation is almost always superior.” — Chris Priestley Copy Share Image
