Quotes from Alice Thomas Ellis

Death is the last enemy: once we've got past that I think everything will be alright.

There seems to be a peculiar and particular tie between men who have been drunk together.

Our only hope rests on the off-chance that God does exist.

Men were made for war. Without it they wandered greyly about, getting under the feet of the women, who were trying to organize the really important things of life.

Death is the last enemy: once we've got past that I think everything will be alright.

There is no reciprocity. Men love women, women love children, children love hamsters.

Those who live on vanity must, not unreasonably, expect to die of mortification.

There is no reciprocity. Men love women. Women love children. Children love hamsters. Hamsters don't love anyone; it is quite hopeless.

Well, I think adultery is a filthy habit,' said Rose, 'like using someone else's toothbrush.

to cook well and with imagination you have to be in a cheerful and contented frame of mind, and thus inclined to be generous.

All his beauty, wit and grace Lie forever in one place, He who sang and sprang and moved Now, in death, is only loved.

This perhaps is what is meant by hiraeth: a lifelong yearning for what is gona and out of reach.

It was probable, I thought, that what I disliked in him was what Nour had disliked in me, and that the whole world was mad.

The paintings seemed to bear the same relation to reality as prayers to the vision of God.

Scarlet, when aware that she was consciously asking her friend for advice and support, felt guilty, for she had come to believe that advice and support were commodities for which you paid professionals, rather as you paid prostitutes for love and bought your vegetables instead of growing them yourself.

There is no relationship. Women, like men, women, children, babies hamsters. This is the Google Translate of the quote in Persian, above.

Men were made for war. Without it they wandered greyly about, getting under the feet of the women, who were trying to organize the really important things of life. When they couldn't make war men made money - and trouble and a dreadful nuisance of themselves.

How the vulgar loved portents, prodigies and the untoward. Only the religious knew how embarrassing they could be - and quite beside the point.

When the children were very small I spent weeks alone with them high up in the Welsh hills and I used to lose the power of speech. I would return to London bereft of all vocabulary, communicating in grunts and diddums talk. You feel a fool asking, for instance, Professor Sir Alfred Ayer if he would care for an icky bitty more soup in his ickle bowl.

Everything looked the same every morning: all in order and just the same. It was in the nights that the difference held sway and there was no comfort for lost and lonely things.

Anyway,' he said, snapping the cap decisively onto his fountain pen, 'let's go and see what's for tea'. He noticed, surprised, that he had been needing to talk to somebody about what he was doing, and Jessica felt the sleepy gratification of a child who has been told a story.

This is a worrying recipe. Young bears (cubs will need about two and a half hours of cooking) might well still be attended by their mothers, who are notoriously irritable when anything threatens their offspring. Choose, rather, an old friendless bear and double the cooking time.

I read quickly, flitting and sipping, skipping the boring bits and seizing on the oddities and inconsistencies which are often ignored by the scholars since they interfere with the measured and coherent approach to the matter at hand.

They shared an image of the American Christmas--riches, reconciliations, tears, snow, success, sentiment, furs and firs, the shop windows shining like Heaven and everything good for sale.