Quotes from Robert Newman

It takes more energy to find the words to describe poems than almost anything I can think of, except of course for trying to find the damn words to write one.

I'm sorry I took so long," she said. "Your mother wanted me to look at something." "A new hat." "How do you know?" "When you have spent a lifetime unraveling the secrets of the human soul, my dear," he began in a cracked, old man's voice. "Oh, poof! You saw the box!" "Right.

Just before they reached Happy Jack's corner, they passed a bake shop, and Sara said, "How would it be if we brought him a little something for his tea?" "You do get ideas, don't you?" said Andrew. "Let's." They went in and, after some discussion, passed up the penny buns and jam tarts and ended up with a slice of lardy cake, all sugared and stuffed with raisins and heavy enough to sink a man-of-war.

Because when I saw you yesterday afternoon, you claimed you weren't sure that something was wrong with Cortland's grandfather. But if you sent a note to Sir Arthur, you must have been sure that something was wrong even before you brought Dr. Reeves there this morning." "Are you trying to evaluate your judgment or mine?" "Either or both," said Andrew with a grin.

Got your eye full?" asked Sara aggressively as he looked at her, repeating the first words she had ever said to him. "Yes, I have," he said smiling.

I take it you're going." "Of course. Do you want to come with me?" She looked at him steadily. "If you hadn't shown me the telegram, I would have thrown the teapot at you. If you hadn't asked me to come, I would have thrown the teapot and the milk jug." "Lucky I did then," he said, smiling.

Except to Mrs. Harker. And just a few minutes ago you were urging me to help her." "But that was before you were asked to help put a stop to the bombings. I confess that your reasoning baffles me." "Not for the first time, Watson. And probably not for the last.

You want to know something? You're all right, Andrew. You and Sara and Sean. You're all all right, have been all through these last few days, and I won't forget it." "Oh, sure." He put on his best Cockney accent. "We'ave been blooming wonders, we have. Three right ream and rorty coves." "Well, you have been—in spite of that shoful accent that you shouldn't even try.

You realize, of course, that this is the first time we've been separated since we were married." "I do. But it won't be for long." He kissed her, closed the carriage door and, as it moved off, signaled to a waiting four-wheeler.