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By Anonym 16 Sep

Kate Atkinson

It's funny, isn't it," Miss Woolf whispered in Ursula's ear, "how much German music we listen to. Great beauty transcends all. Perhaps after the war it will heal all too.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Kate Atkinson

I'm a lapsed Quaker. I don't go to meetings any more. But I'm very drawn to Catholicism - all that glitter. I'd love to be a Catholic. I think it would be fantastic - faith, forgiveness, absolution, extreme unction - all these wonderful words. I don't think anyone who was ever born a Catholic hasn't died a Catholic, no matter how lapsed they are.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Kate Atkinson

Patricia embraces me on the station platform. 'The past is what you leave behind in life, Ruby,' she says with the smile of a reincarnated lama. 'Nonsense, Patricia,' I tell her as I climb on board my train. 'The past's what you take with you.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Kate Atkinson

How calm the house was. How deceptive that could be. One could lose everything in the blink of an eye, the slip of a foot. "One must avoid dark thoughts at all costs," she said to Ursula.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Kate Atkinson

The only time you were safe was when you were dead.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Kate Atkinson

I had a novel in the back of my mind when I won an Ian St James story competition in 1993. At the award ceremony an agent asked me if I was writing a novel. I showed her four or five chapters of what would become 'Behind the Scenes at the Museum' and to my surprise she auctioned them off.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Kate Atkinson

She fed him scraps from her ragbag because words were all that were left now. Perhaps he could use them to pay the ferryman. Much have I travell'd in the realms of gold. The world is charged with the grandeur of God. Full fathom five thy father lies. Little lamb, who made thee? Though worlds of wanwood leafmeal lie. On that best portion of a good man's life, his little nameless unremembered acts of kindness and of love. Farther and farther, all the birds of Oxfordshire and Gloucestershire. The air rippled and shimmered. Time narrowed to a pinpoint. It was about to happen. Because the Holy Ghost over the bent world broods with warm breast and with ah! bright wings.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Kate Atkinson

If you don't have a unique voice, then you're not really a writer.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Kate Atkinson

Pam wasn't what Gloria would have called a friend, just someone she had known for so long that she had given up trying to get rid of her.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Kate Atkinson

If they would all sleep all the time she wouldn't mind being their mother.

By Anonym 20 Sep

Kate Atkinson

Wronged wives were a law unto themselves.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Kate Atkinson

I was on the verge of something numinous and profound and in one more second the universe was going to crack open and arcana would rain down on my head like grace and all the cosmic mysteries were going to be revealed.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Kate Atkinson

Julia's vocabulary was "chock-full" of strangely archaic words - "spiffing," "crumbs," "jeepers" - that seemed to have originated in some prewar girls' annual rather than in Julia's own life. For Jackson, words were functional, they helped you get to places and explain things. For Julia, they were freighted with inexplicable emotion.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Kate Atkinson

Don't you wonder sometimes,' Ursula said. 'If just one small thing had been changed, in the past, I mean. If Hitler had died at birth, or if someone had kidnapped him as a baby and brought him up in--I don't know, say, a Quaker household--surely things would be different.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Kate Atkinson

She was tremendously fond of Ralph. Not hounded by love the way some women were. With Crighton she had been teased endlessly by the idea of it, but with Ralph it was more straightforward. Again not love, more like the feelings you would have for a favorite dog (and, no, she would never have said such a thing to him. Some people, a lot of people, didn't understand how attached one could be to a dog.)

By Anonym 19 Sep

Kate Atkinson

Was there a poet who hadn't written about skylarks?

By Anonym 17 Sep

Kate Atkinson

Oh, man, ‘the nursery,’ ” Dominic said, “what a hell-hole. If I had kids I’d give them the nicest room in the house.” “You do have kids,” his kid said. “Oh, yeah, well, right, you know what I mean.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Kate Atkinson

I feel as if I’m waiting for something dreadful to happen, and then I realize it already has.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Kate Atkinson

My father was an autodidact. It wasn't a middle-class house. Shopkeepers are aspirant. He paid for me to go to private school. He was denied an education - he had a horrible childhood. He got a place at a grammar school and wasn't allowed to go.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Kate Atkinson

So much for progress. How quickly civilization could dissolve into its more ugly elements.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Kate Atkinson

Sometimes it was harder to change the past than it was the future.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Kate Atkinson

Pamela produced placid babies. "They don't tend to turn feral until they're two," she said.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Kate Atkinson

Because I write fiction, I don't write autobiography, and to me they are very different things. The first-person narrative is a very intimate thing, but you are not addressing other people as 'I' - you are inhabiting that 'I.'

By Anonym 13 Sep

Kate Atkinson

Certainly I had a really terrible time with 'Emotionally Weird.' When I finished it, I thought, 'I can't write any more.

By Anonym 17 Sep

Kate Atkinson

Maybe this was why people filled their house with stinking cats, so they didn't notice that they were alone, so they wouldn't die without a living soul noticing.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Kate Atkinson

Not being published would be great. When I say that to other writers they look at me as if I'm totally insane.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Kate Atkinson

Across the world millions of lives are altered by the absence of the dead, but three members of Teddy's last crew—Clifford the bomb-aimer, Fraser, the injured pilot, and Charlie, the tail-end Charlie—all bail out successfully from F-Fox and see out the rest of the war in a POW camp. On their return they all marry and have children, fractals of the future.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Kate Atkinson

Sometimes,' Sylvie said, 'one can mistake gratitude for love.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Kate Atkinson

Stella was one of Mr Bullock’s ‘chorus girls’ and confessed (readily) to being a ‘striptease artiste’ but Mr Armitage the opera singer said, “We’re all artistes here, darling.” “What a bloody fairy that man is,” Mr Bullock muttered, “put him in the army, that would sort him out.” “I doubt it,” Miss Woolf said. (And it did rather beg the question why the strapping Mr Bullock himself had not been called up for active service.) “So,” Mr Bullock concluded, “we’ve got a Yid, a pansy and a tart, sounds like a dirty music-hall joke.” “It is intolerance that has brought us to this pass, Mr Bullock,” Miss Woolf reproved him midly.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Kate Atkinson

I have been to the world's end and back and now I know what I would put in my bottom drawer .I would put my sisters.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Kate Atkinson

Scars heal,” Sylvie said. “Even the worst ones.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Kate Atkinson

He was born a politician. No, Ursula thought, he was born a baby, like everyone else. And this is what he has chosen to become.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Kate Atkinson

Why is everything an 'adventure' with you?" Sylvie said irritably to Izzie." "Because life is an adventure, of course." "I would say it was more of an endurance race," Sylvie said. "Or an obstacle course.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Kate Atkinson

She was a terrible mother, there was no doubt about it, but she didn't even have the strength to feel guilty.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Kate Atkinson

As I watch, the sky fills with clouds of snow feathers from every kind of bird there ever was and even some that only exist in the imagination, like the bluebirds that fly over the rainbow.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Kate Atkinson

Love was the hardest thing. Don't let anyone ever tell you different.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Kate Atkinson

I can't help but think that it's an unfortunate custom to name children after people who come to sticky ends. Even if they are fictional characters, it doesn't bode well for the poor things. There are too many Judes and Tesses and Clarissas and Cordelias around. If we must name our children after literary figures then we should search out happy ones, although it's true they are much harder to find.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Kate Atkinson

This was their third bar since Piccadilly and they were both agreed that the two of them were very drunk but had the capacity to get a good deal drunker yet.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Kate Atkinson

...and no man gave you a fur coat without expecting to receive something in return. Except for one's husband, of course, who expected nothing beyond modest gratitude.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Kate Atkinson

I am mad, I think. I am mad therefore I think. I am mad therefore I think I am.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Kate Atkinson

Jennifer had never liked the pain of remembering what had happened, but for Theo it was the pain that kept Laura alive in his memory. He was afraid that if it ever began to heal she would disappear.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Kate Atkinson

Or was it, as everyone told her, and as she must believe, all in her head? And so what if it was - wasn't everything in her head real too? What if there was no demonstrable reality? What if there was nothing beyond the mind?

By Anonym 19 Sep

Kate Atkinson

We cannot turn away,” Miss Woolf told her, “we must get on with our job and we must bear witness.” What did that mean, Ursula wondered. “It means,” Miss Woolf said, “that we must remember these people when we are safely in the future.” “And if we are killed?” “Then others must remember us.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Kate Atkinson

What does it matter what people do? At the end of the day we're all dead.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Kate Atkinson

If Bertie was a god (a favourite fantasy), she would be manufacturing things there was a shortage of - bees, tigers, dormice - not flip-flops and phone covers and toothpaste.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Kate Atkinson

... Angus had a "pretty normal childhood." Bertie had immediately mistrusted him. Nobody had a normal childhood.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Kate Atkinson

The clock had been Sylvie's, and her mother's before that. It had gone to Ursula on Sylvie's death and Ursula had left it to Teddy, and so it had zigzagged its way down the family tree... ...The clock was a good one, made by Frodsham and worth quite a bit, but Teddy knew if he gave it to Viola she would sell it or misplace it or break it and it seemed important to him that it stayed in the family. An heirloom. ('Lovely word,' Bertie said.) He liked to think that the little golden key that wound it, a key that would almost certainly be lost by Viola, would continue to be turned by the hand of someone who was part of the family, part of his blood. The red thread.

By Anonym 17 Sep

Kate Atkinson

Maths was "the one true thing," according to Nancy. "Not love?" Teddy said. "Oh, love, of course," Nancy said, in an offhanded way. "Love is crucial, but it's an abstract and numbers are absolute. Numbers can't be manipulated." An unsatisfactory answer, surely, Teddy thought. It seemed to him that love should be the absolute, trumping everything. Did it? For him?

By Anonym 13 Sep

Kate Atkinson

Ethics are not necessarily to do with being law-abiding. I am very interested in the moral path, doing the right thing.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Kate Atkinson

Whatever happens to you, embrace it, the good and the bad equally. Death is just one more thing to be embraced.