"Not one of the boys like me. I’ve put their noses out of joint.”“Well, they were never good-looking lads."
- Luggs
"Mary, we met in a pub. As you weren’t banging a tambourine, I understand you weren’t selling the word of God."
"I don’t know what came over me.” Charlie smiled. He drew her to him and kissed her. “Me,” he said."
"I don’t know what came over me.”Charlie smiled. He drew her to him and kissed her. “Me,” he said."
"She fell on the bread and cheese as if she were a lioness. Did lions eat cheese? He didn’t know. He knew Mrs Prater’s kitten ate cheese. He ate anything. Poor bloody animal. Still, he was a slum cat, ..."
"Pye turned his paw over and chewed his claws. “Humph. What you think of me is none of my business.”“You don’t know, do you?”“Know more than you . . . Know what?”“You are dead.”Pye patted his paws. “No..."
"Jim slept deeply, lulled by the rhythmic rumble of the purring Pye."
"Grown tall, like a ruddy weed, on his food."
"Writing is like knitting. Stitch after stitch, word by word, and before you know it you have a book ... or a jumper!"
"That’s the difference between them and us. ‘Them’ view foxes as vermin, and ‘us’ identify with the fox."