Quotes from Peter James

Mediocrity recognizes nothing higher than itself. It takes talent to appreciate genius.

Some tiny micro-organism fed on the bat guano on the floor of the cave; a maggot ate the micro-organism; a beetle ate the maggot; a spider ate the beetle; then a bat ate the spider. It was a perfect food chain. The bat was smart, all it had to do was shit and wait.

He had been looking forward to a further insight into the life of this woman he was so deeply in love with and still knew so little about.

He liked to believe he mattered.' Grace smiled, thinking privately, we all do.

Oscar Wilde es mi héroe en lo referente al tiempo. Él siempre era impuntual. Una vez, cuando llegó excepcionalmente tarde a una cena, la anfitriona señaló enfadada el reloj de la pared y dijo: «Señor Wilde, ¿es consciente de la hora que es?». Y él contestó: «Querida señora, le ruego que me diga cómo puede saber esa dichosa maquinita qué está haciendo el gran sol dorado».

Glancing at his notes

Religion asks why. Science asks how.

Curiosity is an impure thought

Un microorganismo minúsculo se alimentaba del excremento de los murciélagos del suelo de la cueva; un gusano se comía el microorganismo; un escarabajo se comía el gusano; una araña se comía el escarabajo; finalmente, un murciélago se comía la araña. Era una cadena alimenticia perfecta.

El murciélago era listo. Lo único que tenía que hacer era cagar y esperar.

Don't make excuses for shitty people. You can't put a flower in an asshole and call it a vase.

Las personas que tenían una profunda fe religiosa eran afortunadas; podían abdicar todas sus responsabilidades en Dios.

Life must be lived forward, but it can only be understood backwards.

glittery illusion where, like the facelifts of fading stars, nothing was permanent.

In Italy for thirty years under the Borgias they had warfare, terror, murder, bloodshed – but they produced Michelangelo, Leonardo da Vinci and the Renaissance. In Switzerland, they had brotherly love; they had five hundred years of democracy and peace, and what did that produce? The cuckoo clock.

Then a weather front would move in off the Channel, a howling south-westerly accompanied by punishing rain that would drum on the empty tables and lash the windows of boutiques filled with mannequins in beachwear, as if mocking anyone who dared to pretend that England ever actually had a summer.

Jack Grace told his son that to be a police officer meant that you looked at the world differently from everyone else. You were part of a healthy culture of suspicion, he'd called it.

Good sex is one-percent of the relationship. bad sex is 99%.

We can all push the lever that moves the world, it is inside us, we just have to learn how to recognise it, how to use it, that is all we have to do.

If you ever thought you were too small to make a difference, you've never shared a bed with a mosquito.

You can explain coincidence to me in mathematics all you like, but it won't kill the magic or the mystery.

would be to start local. Assuming

No ascendemos al nivel de nuestras habilidades, caemos al nivel de nuestras excusas».

apart from the grey smudge of a tanker or freighter on the horizon, the sea was empty.