“Oh for love of the Gods, thought Jim. The last thing I need right now is philosophical discussion with a madman, on a snowy roof, about the merits of capitalism.” — Tony Rattigan Copy Share Image
“And then there were her eyes. Two grey gimlets. They had a gaze that could strip wallpaper. They made you think that she could… — Tony Rattigan Copy Share Image
“I’m sorry, I thought you were together.’ ‘Why, do I look like an organ grinder?’ said Cobb.” — Tony Rattigan Copy Share Image
“Whatever the reason, they sold in the thousands, for Pickens had discovered that marketing truth … Sex Sells! Amongst his classic bestsellers were: David… — Tony Rattigan Copy Share Image
“Oh for love of the Gods, thought Jim. The last thing I need right now is philosophical discussion with a madman, on a snowy… — Tony Rattigan Copy Share Image
“So while you may be reading this sitting comfortably in your semi-detached in Cricklewood, a hundred Universes over, Captain Lars Felder of the Hyperion… — Tony Rattigan Copy Share Image
“Do you ever have Deja Vu?’ ‘I could ask in the kitchen, see if they've got any in.” — Tony Rattigan Copy Share Image
“Never eat at a restaurant that has a handbrake. Never buy food from any place that won’t be there next morning.” — Tony Rattigan Copy Share Image
“Don't you wish you could do what birds do?' 'What ... make custard?' 'No, fly south for the winter.” — Tony Rattigan Copy Share Image
“There’s no such thing as a noble death, Cobb ... there’s just death.” — Tony Rattigan Copy Share Image
“She was one of those women that makes any red blooded male look at her and go, ‘Ah yes … now I remember why… — Tony Rattigan Copy Share Image
“Oh dear thought Cobb. Never mind Father Yule, he sounds more like Ebenezer Scrimge from Charles Pickens’ book “A Yuletide Song”.” — Tony Rattigan Copy Share Image
