“She slapped Kestrel’s face. Without thinking twice, Kestrel slapped her back, as hard as she could. The young woman burst into tears. The servant saw this, aghast. “Baby!” She exclaimed. “Oh, my poor baby!” “You’ve been kind to me,” said… — William Nicholson Copy Share Image
Self-sufficiency is the enemy of salvation. If you are self-sufficient, you have no need of God. If you have no need of God, you… — William Nicholson Copy Share Image
My study is a converted garage which is largely lined with bookshelves and cardboard boxes filled with manuscripts of my film scripts, plays and… — William Nicholson Copy Share Image
Madly, futilely, I wrote novel after novel, eight in all, that failed to find a publisher. I persisted because for me the novel was… — William Nicholson Copy Share Image
God creates us free, free to be selfish, but He adds a mechanism that will penetrate our selfishness and wake us up to the… — William Nicholson Copy Share Image
When I began to write seriously, 40 years ago now, my chosen form was the novel. — William Nicholson Copy Share Image
He accepted what each moment brough him, and never troubled himself with matters that were outside his control. — William Nicholson Copy Share Image
All the fear in the world, and the violence that comes from the fear, and the hatred that comes from the violence, and the… — William Nicholson Copy Share Image
There is this notion that the lives of the comfortable-off middle class don't merit being treated seriously and with compassion. — William Nicholson Copy Share Image
“It was wonderful, Eddy. It was perfect.' 'No,' he says. 'But it will be.” — William Nicholson Copy Share Image
