Leah

“The motive for writing serious literature is to write serious literature. You want to rebel against society? I'll tell you how to do it - write well.”
― Philip Roth, I Married a Communist

“Glasgow was home-made ginger biscuits and Jennifer Lawson dead in the park. It was the sententious niceness of the Commander and the threatened abrasiveness of Laidlaw. It was Milligan, insensitive as a mobile slab of cement, and Mrs Lawson, witless with hurt. It was the right hand knocking you down and the left hand picking you up, while the mouth alternated apology and threat.”
― William McIlvanney

“Son, it’s easy tae be guid oan a fu’ belly. It’s when a man’s goat two bites an’ wan o’ them he’ll share, ye ken whit he’s made o’. Listen. In ony country in the world, who are the only folk that ken whit it’s like tae leeve in that country? The folk at the boattom. The rest can a’ kid themselves oan. They can afford to hiv fancy ideas. We canny, son. We loass the wan idea o’ who we are, we’re deid. We’re wan anither. Tae survive, we’ll respect wan anither. When the time comes, we’ll a’ move forward thegither, or nut at all.”
― William McIlvanney, Docherty

“Poirot sighed. He said “The world is yours, the new heaven and the new earth. In your new world, my children, let there be freedom, and let there be pity. That is all I ask.”
― Agatha Christie, One, Two, Buckle My Shoe