“The Bodleian above anything else made Oxford what it was . . . There was something incommunicably grand about it, something difficult to understand unless you had spent your evenings there or walked past it on the way to celebrate… — Charles Finch Copy Share Image
My ambition is to one day shed my wardrobe and figure out how to look like Gilles Bensimon - or a famous stylist -… — Charles Finch Copy Share Image
I don't think taste is about money. As your career develops, you're able to decide what to spend your money on. I live in a really small apartment in London, and that's a choice. I live at The Carlyle in New York, but it's not big. It's about making choices of style over flashiness. People's style is subjective and mine… — Charles Finch Copy Share
When I was younger I always had a dark navy, black tie and everybody would look at me like it was odd, but now… — Charles Finch Copy Share Image
“Suddenly Dallington burst into speech. 'Listen, Lenox - I want to apologize...' Lenox waved a dismissive hand. 'You're young,' he said. 'There are many… — Charles Finch Copy Share Image
The big challenge is a suit not worn with a tie. To me, it's a very odd look. David Cameron and many of our British politicians have adopted this look. I think it is challenging for men to look chic in casual clothing. Most people just want to wear T-shirts and baggy shorts and don't really care, whereas in the… — Charles Finch Copy Share
...It had been a perfect nap -- the sort a man runs into now and again by chance... — Charles Finch Copy Share Image
“In a fit of ambition I would start The Rainbow or Lord Jim, books I carried around school in the hopes that someone might… — Charles Finch Copy Share Image
“I've had my wild times now and then more than my share perhaps and I don't think I'll give them up, because… — Charles Finch Copy Share Image
“There are times in life when the weather and the landscape seem suddenly as if they’re for you alone.” — Charles Finch Copy Share Image
“I thought, too, about time. How fleet it is, and how certain, and like death how indifferent to our commentary upon it.” — Charles Finch Copy Share Image
Are you going to give a speech?' she asked gaily. He gave a choked laugh. 'Of course not,' he said. 'Not for ages.' 'My cousin Davey gave one on his very first day!' ... 'In the Lords, I remember. It was about how he didn't like strawberry jam.' 'Be nice, Charles! It was a speech about fruit importation, which I… — Charles Finch Copy Share
“And as I gazed up at the implacable black of the sky, my body warm from the bed but my face chilled, I thought of the terrible truth we all know, somewhere in our souls: that there has never been a shred of evidence that life goes beyond life. Nobody has sent back word. There is nothing. That does not… — Charles Finch Copy Share
