Mary Brown > Quotes

“A home is not one place,' [the Wimperling] said slowly. 'A home can be a place where you are born and brought up, a place you like better than any other; it can be a dwelling where your loved one lives, a house in which your children are raised, or somewhere you have to live because there is no other. A home is made by you, it does not create itself. It can be large or small, beautiful or ugly, grand or mean. But in the end it is only one thing: the place where your heart it. And you don't have to be there in your bodily self; you can carry it with you in spirit wherever you go.... Like love.”
― Mary Brown, The Unexpected Dragon

“Worth remembering that: forget what you want to do, find something you do better than anyone else, even if it's only turd-throwing, and become undisputed champion: better a champion shit-shoveller than a forty-second-rate turnip-carver . . . Where”
― Mary Brown, Here There Be Dragonnes

“the brogue tripping from his tongue like a slashed wineskin.”
― Mary Brown, Here There Be Dragonnes

“for the words had dampened his ardour irretrievably. It was just like being asked to drink nectar from a piss-pot. She”
― Mary Brown, Here There Be Dragonnes

“Don't get your drawers in a twist,' was one of her favourite phrases, 'or you'll find yourself bum-bare in the market-place . . . .”
― Mary Brown, Playing the Jack

“A home is not one place,' [the Wimperling] said slowly. A home can be a place where you are born and brought up, a place you like better than any other; it can be a dwelling where your loved one lives, a house in which your children are raised, or somewhere you have to live because there is no other. A home is made by you, it does not create itself. It can be large or small, beautiful or ugly, grand or mean. But in the end it is only one thing: the place where your heart it. And you don't have to be there in your bodily self; you can carry it with you in spirit wherever you go.... Like love.”
― Mary Brown, The Unexpected Dragon

“Jack turned, and it was just as well he was looking at me rather than at the audience for never, I swear, did such utter amazement fill a man's face. He gobbled like a turkey cock, his eyes almost started from his head, his jaw fell open and he stepped back as though he had been pricked.”
― Mary Brown, Playing the Jack