Lizzie

“God bless busybody community matriarchs, and all that sail in them.”
― Ben Aaronovitch, Broken Homes

“I done me best when I was let. Thinking always if I go all goes. A hundred cares, a tithe of troubles and is there one who understands me? One in a thousand of years of the nights? All me life I have been lived among them but now they are becoming lothed to me. And I am lothing their little warm tricks. And lothing their mean cosy turns. And all the greedy gushes out through their small souls. And all the lazy leaks down over their brash bodies. How small it's all! And me letting on to meself always. And lilting on all the time.”
― James Joyce, Finnegans Wake

“What are you thinking about?" she asked him.
"Oh, my father again. When he was in the room, we all watched what we said. You wouldn't have liked him. He didn't care what people talked about as long as they spoke to the point. And a subject had to be completed before a new one was begun. Thoughts had to be ordered, like boxcars on a track. You could not, when describing a summer in Paris, begin to speak about Istanbul."
"What if you did?"
"He had very prominent knuckles and they would turn white. A change in subject until =he= thought it had terminated, offended some inner sense of progression. It enraged him. In a similar way, if you were a chemist you could not speak of atonality. You might say you liked it. But no judgments.”
― Paula Fox, Desperate Characters

“Some folks want their luck buttered.”
― Thomas Hardy, The Mayor of Casterbridge