London' is a gallery of sensation of impressions. It is a history of London in a thematic rather than a chronological sense with chapters of the history of smells, the history of silence, and the history of light. I have… — Peter Ackroyd Copy Share Image
And the smell of the library was always the same - the musty odour of old clothes mixed with the keener scent of unwashed bodies, creating what the chief librarian had once described as 'the steam of the social soup.' — Peter Ackroyd Copy Share Image
If I did only one thing at a time I'd think I was wasting my time. If, for example, I only wrote novels I… — Peter Ackroyd Copy Share Image
I believe that the gods themselves are frightened of the world which they have fashioned. — Peter Ackroyd Copy Share Image
“A woman is a deep Ditch, said he, her House inclines to Death and her Paths unto the Devil” — Peter Ackroyd Copy Share Image
I don't know if I have a voice of my own. I don't see me being an important person with something to say. I… — Peter Ackroyd Copy Share Image
The ordinary routines of life are never chronicled by the historian, but they make up almost the whole of experience. — Peter Ackroyd Copy Share Image
“I believe now that there can be no real sense of loss or seperation without the recognition of death; we were too young to… — Peter Ackroyd Copy Share Image
I don't find myself interesting as a person and the details I find boring, quite frankly. You could sum it up in a few… — Peter Ackroyd Copy Share Image
Rioting has always been a London tradition. It has been since the early Middle Ages. There's hardly a spate of years that goes by… — Peter Ackroyd Copy Share Image
“absinthe removes the bitter taste of failure and grants me strange visions which are charming principally because they cannot be written down. Only in… — Peter Ackroyd Copy Share Image
“Those in their snug Bed-chambers may call the Fears of Night meer Bugbears, but their Minds have not pierced into the Horror of the… — Peter Ackroyd Copy Share Image
In so far as I have any beliefs, I suppose I'm like that old Peggy Lee song, 'Is That All There Is?' I want… — Peter Ackroyd Copy Share Image
“dyer. (Looking at him scornfully) So that is why Wits swarm like Egypt's Frogs. If I were a Writer now, I would wish to… — Peter Ackroyd Copy Share Image
