Andrew Caldecott > Quotes

“Am I playing with the dog or is the dog playing with me?” Of course, Montaigne wrote that of a cat, but I prefer dogs.”
― Andrew Caldecott, Rotherweird

“Think of it as an adventure,’ replied Boris breezily, ‘good for the CV and impressing the fair sex.”
― Andrew Caldecott, Rotherweird

“Books reflect interests; interests inform personality and personality decides a course of action.”
― Andrew Caldecott, Rotherweird

“So long a pagan outpost, the community embraces the new, softer theology: love thy neighbour, a final judgement that favours the just and the poor, a bloodless sacrifice in a sliver of unleavened bread.”
― Andrew Caldecott, Wyntertide

“repair through patience and kindness.”
― Andrew Caldecott, Wyntertide

“An old rage burned –so many startling gifts, so much knowledge gleaned along the way, and yet what a mess Mankind had made of everything.”
― Andrew Caldecott, Rotherweird

“Time had twisted the stream’s contour, reshaped the profile of the trees and obscured the old paths. The very lie of the land appeared to have altered, like a body moving in sleep.”
― Andrew Caldecott, Rotherweird

“Ferensen looked at the company. He saw old-world virtues – chivalry, curiosity and pioneering courage to name but three, but also more modern ones – forensic thinking, mechanical invention and inclusiveness – a readiness to embrace countrysiders. He forgave himself a punning thought: they had all brought something to the Fair.”
― Andrew Caldecott, Rotherweird

“Imagine a new world where Man could start again. What would we preserve? What would we cut down? Would we be more careful with our discoveries?”
― Andrew Caldecott, Rotherweird

“He liked it when fact out-coloured fiction.”
― Andrew Caldecott, Rotherweird

“He could not raise the rent for April. A mind tuned to toil would fall into disuse, coils of once-hyperactive cabling gathering dust, a recipe for deep depression.”
― Andrew Caldecott, Rotherweird

“conundra”
― Andrew Caldecott, Rotherweird

“Please remember me as I will you: a flicker of light in a dark universe.”
― Andrew Caldecott, Wyntertide

“was it literature, rather than history? Or, he belatedly asked himself, can that line ever be effectively drawn?”
― Andrew Caldecott, Rotherweird

“remember, my children, that knowledge is but the wherewithal. Without imagination you can never reach for the stars.”
― Andrew Caldecott, Lost Acre