Quotes About Edinburgh

Edinburgh suited Ann; she liked the tall, dignified buildings of grey stone, the short days that sank into street-lamped evenings at five o'clock, and the dual personality of the city's main street, which on one side had glittering shops and on the other the green sweep of Princes Street Gardens.

Unlike most biographers it is here I leave Messrs. Burke and Hare, at the peak of their glory. Why destroy such an artistic effect by requiring them to languish along to the end of their lives, revealing their defects and their deceptions? We need only remember them, mask in hand, walking abroad on foggy nights. For their end was sordid like so many others. One of them, it appears, was hanged and Dr. Knox was forced to quit Edinburgh. Mr. Burke left no other works.

When I was asked to be Writer in Residence at Edinburgh I thought, you can't teach poetry. This is ridiculous.

Odd isn't it, that we never hear of the duck that laid the Golden Egg?" The little duck was fuming. "Oh, so ducks aren't aristocratic—is that it? I suppose, Charlie, that you have never heard of the Duck of Edinburgh?" he asked with some heat. "Can't say that I have." "Then you don't know everything, do you—not if you've never heard of His Highness!" the small duck finished in some triumph.