Angelo

“It is a French recipe of my grandmother’s,” said Mrs. Ramsay, speaking with a ring of great pleasure in her voice. Of course it was French. What passes for cookery in England is an abomination (they agreed).”
― Virginia Woolf, To the Lighthouse

“People aren’t studying the natural world any more, they’re mining it.”
― Michael Crichton, The Lost World

“He may well build other nests, which he will display to any female who enters his territory. If she likes any of his pads she will move in, decorate, and bear his children. A slapper seeking a Premier League husband could not be more shallow. Mind you, he is no moral giant. As soon as he has ensconced one female, he will try to tempt another Jenny Wren into one of his spare nests, where she too will give birth to his progeny. The little cock then travels between his families, a bigamous commercial traveller in a 1930s thriller.”
― John Lewis-Stempel, Meadowland: the private life of an English field

“My raven,” she would say, reaching up and rippling it like cloth, “my darkness, my silky child, my night river,”
― Ellen Kushner, Thomas the Rhymer