The uncreated and the dead exist solely in our actual and virtual pasts. — David Mitchell Past Copy Share Image
“Yay, when it came to faces, pretty lies was better'n scabbin' true” — David Mitchell Copy Share Image
“I’m not in the Scouts anymore,” I remind her. Mr. Moody our scoutmaster told me to get lost, so I did, and… — David Mitchell Following orders Copy Share Image
“We create models to explain nature, but the models wind u gate-crashing nature and driving away the original inhabitants. In my lecturing… — David Mitchell Nature Copy Share Image
Power, time, gravity, love. The forces that really kick ass are all invisible. — David Mitchell Ass Copy Share Image
“Green is made of yellow and blue, nothing else, but when you look at green, where’ve the yellow and the blue gone?… — David Mitchell Copy Share Image
A life can get knocked into a new orbit by a car crash, a lottery win or just a bleary-eyed consultant giving… — David Mitchell Bad news Copy Share Image
“I am designing the future on beer mats, like Churchill and Stalin at Yalta.” — David Mitchell Beer Copy Share Image
“Funny, thinks Milton. Power, time, gravity, love. The forces that really kick ass are all invisible.” — David Mitchell Kick ass Copy Share Image
“One bright dusk, four, five, no, my God, six summers ago, I strolled along a Greenwich avenue of mature chestnuts and mock… — David Mitchell Copy Share Image
Memories are their own descendents masquerading as the ancestors of the present. — David Mitchell Ancestor Copy Share Image
“Essex raised its ugly head. When i was a scholarship boy at the local grammar, son of a city-hall toiler on the… — David Mitchell Better life Copy Share Image
“Nothing is more tiresome than being told what to admire, and having things pointed at with a stick. -Robert Frobisher” — David Mitchell Lemmings Copy Share Image
“Summer has taken a sensuous turn: Ayrs’s wife and I are lovers. Don’t alarm yourself! Only in the carnal sense.” — David Mitchell Love Copy Share Image
“Lady Moon rose an' gazed o'er my busted'n'beautsome Valleys with silv'ry'n'sorryin' eyes, an' the dingos mourned for the died uns.” — David Mitchell Aftermath Copy Share Image
Your turn has come to sift through the dreck of humanity for rare specks of originality — David Mitchell Creativity Copy Share Image
Italians give their city sexes, and they all agree that the sex for a particular city is quite correct, but none of… — David Mitchell Agree Copy Share Image
“This isn’t lust. Lust wants, does the obvious, and pads back into the forest. Love is greedier. Love wants round-the-clock care; protection;… — David Mitchell David-mitchell Copy Share Image
