The uncreated and the dead exist solely in our actual and virtual pasts. — David Mitchell Copy Share Image
“A single night is stuffed with minutes, but they leak out, one by one.” — David Mitchell Copy Share Image
“I am designing the future on beer mats, like Churchill and Stalin at Yalta.” — David Mitchell Copy Share Image
“ Act , implores the Ghost of Future Regret. I shan't give you another chance. ” — David Mitchell Copy Share Image
“He lights another match to see if it's a time worth getting up for: 4:05. No. An inbetween hour.” — David Mitchell Copy Share Image
Time is an ever-fleeting presence, to capture even a slice of it yields a wealth to having lived. — David Mitchell Copy Share Image
Time is what stops history happening at once; time is the speed at which the past disappears. — David Mitchell Copy Share Image
“The world has long forgotten, but we mountain-dwellers live in the prayer wheel of time.” — David Mitchell Copy Share Image
As long as our civilisation keeps trundling along generally forwards, then there is the possibility of a future where ethnicity is merely… — David Mitchell Copy Share Image
“The last of the cherry blossom. On the tree, it turns ever more perfect. And when it’s perfect, it falls. And then… — David Mitchell Copy Share Image
“The Ghost of Sir Felix Finch whines, "But it's been done a hundred times before!"--as if there could be anything not done… — David Mitchell Copy Share Image
“One moment you're carrying this loveable little tyke on your shoulders, the next she's off, and you realize what you suspected all… — David Mitchell Copy Share Image
The mind has a mind of its own. It shows us pictures. Pictures of the past and the might-one-day-be. This mind's mind… — David Mitchell Copy Share Image
“But, overall, I concluded the young-hack-versus-corporate-corruption thriller had potential. (The Ghost of Sir Felix Finch whines, "But it's been done a hundred… — David Mitchell Copy Share Image
“there're times when i suspect that the mind has a mind of its own. it shows us pictures. pictures of the past… — David Mitchell Copy Share Image
“Yet for the first time in three days, I want something. I want the forest lord to turn me into a cedar.… — David Mitchell Copy Share Image
“Ayrs let long moments fall away. ‘You’re young, Frobisher, you’re rich, you’ve got a brain, and by all accounts you’re not wholly… — David Mitchell Copy Share Image
“Judith Rey watches the young woman. Once upon a time, I had a baby daughter. I dressed her in frilly frocks, enrolled… — David Mitchell Copy Share Image
“People're always buried facing west, so at the end of time when the Last Trumpet blows, all the dead people'll claw their… — David Mitchell Copy Share Image
“As my host slept I had time to wonder where I had been since Suhbataar shot my previous host. Had I hallucinated… — David Mitchell Copy Share Image
The Revelation of Sonmi 451 To be is to be perceived, and so to know thyself is only possible through the eyes… — David Mitchell Copy Share Image
“The clock’s pendulum catches the firelight, and in the rattle-breathed final moments of Jacob de Zoet, amber shadows in the far corner… — David Mitchell Copy Share Image
“I put my hand on the altar rail. 'What if ... what if Heaven is real, but only in moments? Like a… — David Mitchell Copy Share Image
“ Exposition: the workings of the actual past + the virtual past may be illustrated by an event well known to collective… — David Mitchell Copy Share Image
Power, time, gravity, love. The forces that really kick ass are all invisible. — David Mitchell Copy Share Image
“Clocks measure arbitrary meters of time, but not its speed. Nobody knows if time is speeding up, or slowing down. Nobody knows… — David Mitchell Copy Share Image
Every relationship has its own language. It takes a long time to evolve and read one another. Just as it's true for… — David Mitchell Copy Share Image
“She'n'her bros at the school'ry'd made a new game, Zachry'n'Meronym on Mauna Kia, but Abbess say-soed 'em not to 'cos times are… — David Mitchell Copy Share Image
“When pain is vivid, when decisions are keen-edged, we believe that we are the surgeons. But time passes, and one sees the… — David Mitchell Copy Share Image
I pass through many Me's in the course of my day, each one selfish with his time. The Lying-in-Bed me and the… — David Mitchell Copy Share Image
We looked at each other for the last time; nothing is as eloquent as nothing. — David Mitchell Copy Share Image
I’m scared of the future. I’m scared of the past. I’m nervous at the moment. — David Mitchell Copy Share Image
“Do you know? He says. "I feel I've known you for years, not ninety minutes.” — David Mitchell Copy Share Image
Our lives are not our own. We are bound to others, past and present, and by each crime and every kindness, we… — David Mitchell Copy Share Image
I've become a less brave traveller since I became a dad, but in the past I was more foolhardy than brave. — David Mitchell Copy Share Image
“In the next room a freckly girl Julia's age sat in a wheelchair. One of her legs wasn't there. She'd probably love to have… — David Mitchell Copy Share Image
“... Ethical cyberexplorers are responsible, yeah? We are friendly ghosts in the machine, not poltergeists or hooligans. We are a growing breed. Over sixty-five… — David Mitchell Copy Share Image
“I succumbed. Late-fifteenth-century verb, Old French succomber or Latin succumbere, but a basic necessity of the human condition, especially mine.” — David Mitchell Copy Share Image
“The second tunnel’s a Ministry of Defence tunnel...dug for a nuclear bomb shelter. The entrance is in the garden center at Woolworth’s in Great… — David Mitchell Copy Share Image
War's an auction where whoever can pay the most in damage and still be standing wins. — David Mitchell Copy Share Image
The human world is made of stories, not people. The people the stories use to tell themselves are not to be blamed — David Mitchell Copy Share Image
So little is actually worthy of belief or disbelief. Better to strive to coexist than seek to disapprove . . . — David Mitchell Copy Share Image
I elbowed my way into the grubby café, bought a pie that tasted of shoe polish and a pot of tea with cork crumbs… — David Mitchell Copy Share Image
