“Why have I made up such a story, so out of keeping with an ordinary diary, and a writer’s above all? And… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
To be allowed to call her "Dora", to write to her, to dote upon and worship her, to have reason to think… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
Be natural my children. For the writer that is natural has fulfilled all the rules of art. — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
They are Man's and they cling to me, appealing from their fathers. This boy is Ignorance and this girl is Want. Beware… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
“For a week or a fortnight I can write prodigiously in a retired place (as at Broadstairs), and a day in London… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
Mr. Pickwick took a seat and the paper, but instead of reading the latter, peeped over the top of it, and took… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
I have nothing else to tell; unless, indeed, I were to confess that no one can ever believe this narrative, in the… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
Little Red Riding Hood was my first love. I felt that if I could have married Little Red Riding Hood, I should… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
It is no worse, because I write of it. It would be no better, if I stopped my most unwilling hand. Nothing… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
“This boy is Ignorance. This girl is Want. Beware them both, and all of their degree, but most of all beware this… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
“Be natural my children. For the writer that is natural has fulfilled all the rules of art." (Last words, according to Dickens's… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
What is natural in me, is natural in many other men, I infer, and so I am not afraid to write that… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
Yet, I had nothing else to tell; unless, indeed, I were to confess (which might be of less moment still), that no… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
“For I aint, you must know,' said Betty, 'much of a hand at reading writing-hand, though I can read my Bible and… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
Prowling about the rooms, sitting down, getting up, stirring the fire, looking out the window, teasing my hair, sitting down to write,… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
It is the fate of most men who mingle with the world, and attain even the prime of life, to make many… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
I only know that it was, and ceased to be; and that I have written, and there I leave it. — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
Dickens writes that an event, "began to be forgotten, as most affairs are, when wonder, having no fresh food to support it,… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
“... we produced a bundle of pens, a copious supply of ink, and a goodly show of writing and blotting paper. For… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
“All other swindlers upon earth are nothing to the self-swindlers, and with such pretences did I cheat myself. Surely a curious thing. That I… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
... Arthur Gride, whose bleared eyes gloated only over the outward beauties, and were blind to the spirit which reigned within, evinced - a… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
There can be no disparity in marriage like unsuitability of mind and purpose. — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
I have tried to resign myself, and to console myself; and that, I hope, I may have done imperfectly; but what I cannot firmly… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
“The suspense: the fearful, acute suspense: of standing idly by while the life of one we dearly love, is trembling in the balance; the… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
“Mrs. Joe was a very clean housekeeper, but had an exquisite art of making her cleanliness more uncomfortable and unacceptable than dirt itself.” — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
“evening, they began to think that although he could never hope to be an Englishman, still it would be hard to visit that affliction… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
“Besides which, all that I could have said of the Story to any purpose, I had endeavoured to say in it.” — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
“The wheels rolled on, and rolled down by the Monument, and by the Tower; and by the Docks; down by Ratcliffe, and by Rotherhithe;… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
“The three customers pulled off their hats to Madame Defarge, with three flourishes. She acknowledged their homage by bending her head, and giving them… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
