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“I do not accept that life has an ordinary shape, or that there is anything ordinary about life at all. We make it ordinary, but it is not.”
― Lighthousekeeping
― Lighthousekeeping
“He held the book up to his nose. It smelled like Old Spice talcum powder. Books that smelled that way were usually fun to read. He threw the book onto his bed and went to his suitcase. After rummaging about for awhile, he came up with a long, narrow box of chocolate-covered mints. He loved to eat candy while he read, and lots of his favorite books at home had brown smudges on the corners of the pages.”
― The House with a Clock in Its Walls
― The House with a Clock in Its Walls
“There was a man here, lashed himself to a spar as his ship went down, and for seven days and seven nights he was on the sea, and what kept him alive while others drowned was telling himself stories like a madman, so that as one ended another began. On the seventh day he had told all the stories he knew and that was when he began to tell himself as if he were a story, from the earliest beginnings to his green and deep misfortune. The story he told was of a man lost and found, not once, but many times, as he choked his way out of the waves. And the night fell, he saw the Cape Wrath light, only lit a week it was, but it was, and he knew that if he became the story of the light, he might be saved. With his last strength he began to paddle towards it, arms on either side of the spar, and in his mind the light became a shining rope, pulling him in. He took hold of it, tied it round his waist, and at that moment, the keeper saw him, and ran for the rescue boat.”
― Lighthousekeeping
― Lighthousekeeping
“He was rather like a Christmas tree whose lights, wired in series, must all go out if even one bulb is defective.”
― Nine Stories
― Nine Stories
“But it's a child! You're a man!"
"Your powers of observation are formidable," said Charles. "You are a credit to your optician.”
― Rooftoppers
"Your powers of observation are formidable," said Charles. "You are a credit to your optician.”
― Rooftoppers
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