To forgive is wisdom, to forget is genius. And easier. Because it’s true. It’s a new world every heart beat.

Nothing like poetry when you lie awake at night. It keeps the old brain limber. It washes away the mud and sand that keeps on blocking up the bends.Like waves to make the pebbles dance...

B-but, Mr Jimson, I w-want to be an artist.”Of course you do,’ I said, ‘everybody does once. But they get over it, thank God, like the measles and the chickenpox. Go home and go to...

Why,’ I said, quite surprised by my own eloquence in inventing all this stuff, ‘it happens every day. The old old story. Boys and girls fall in love, that is, they are driven mad and...

You take a straight tip from the stable, Cokey, if you must hate, hate the government or the people or the sea or men, but don’t hate an individual person. Who’s done you a real...

Girl going past clinging to a young man’s arm. Putting up her face like a duck to the moon. Drinking joy. Green in her eyes. Spinal curvature. No chin, mouth like a frog. Young man...

Plantie is a very strong Protestant, that is to say, he’s against all churches, especially the Protestant: and he thinks a lot of Buddha, Karma and Confucius. He is also a bit of an anarchist...

They can’t give you all that, Mr Jimson,’ said Walter, who was upset. ‘It wouldn’t be right. What would they give you seven years for?”Being Gulley Jimson,’ I said, ‘and getting away with it.