Quotes About Dickensian

I've always felt that Donald Trump was a Dickensian character because he is so ridiculous. With his hair and his arrogance, he is certainly Dickensian in his absurdity.

In the past, I used to counter any such notions by asking myself: 'Would you really want President Hattersley?' I now find that possibility rather cheers me up. With his chubby, Dickensian features and his knowledge of T.H. Green and other harmless leftish political classics, Hattersley might not be such a bad thing after all.

I had a kind of Dickensian childhood.

It was my angry, Dickensian novel, I suppose. It was cathartic - I expended a lot of frustration on that one.

A lot of London's image never was. There never was a Dickensian London, or a Shakespearean London, or a swinging London.

his style. "Brighten it, brighten it, brighten it!" he once instructed his subeditor W. H. Wills, after reading an article that was insufficiently "Dickensian

I had this almost Dickensian look. I was quite fragile.

Living in London is like living in a movie set, from the Dickensian backstreets to the glinting tower blocks to the secret garden squares. You can be anyone you want to be.

It hasn't snowed like this for years. Real, proper snow. Dickensian snow

If you've been to China, you know there are over 100 cities in China, and the pollution levels are just horrific - 60,000 people a year die in Chinese factories and facilities because they don't have any safety regulations. It's a carnage; it's Dickensian.

My neighborhood in South London was very Dickensian.

He was more like something out of Dickens than anything human.

The married thing. Sometimes I look at it and feel like someone from a Dickens novel, standing outside in the cold and staring in at Christmas dinner. Relationships hadn't ever really worked for me. I think it's had something to do with all the demons, ghosts, and human sacrifice.

The married thing. Sometimes I look at it and feel like someone from a Dickens novel, standing outside in the cold and staring in at Christmas dinner. Relationships hadn't ever really worked for me. I think it's had something to do with all the demons, ghosts, and human sacrifice.

We have had for breakfast, toasts, cakes, a yorkshire pie, a piece of beef about the size and much the shape of my portmanteau, tea, coffee, ham and eggs...

Genius. Part Dickensian, part modern. Incisive, outlandish and hilarious. There's a brilliance in The Gay Street Chronicles.

O'Neill jumped out into the road, jammed a note into the driver's hand, and dodged another motorcyclist as he made his way past the endless huddle of peep shows and Chinese restaurants into a narrow, Dickensian alley piled high with rubbish.