I always knew that I wanted to work on my own material – something that would be more long-lasting than short-lived electronic transmissions.
ALAN BRADLEYThe very best people are like that. They don’t entangle you like flypaper.
More Alan Bradley Quotes
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I fling myself down on my back, throw my arms and legs out so that I look like an asterisk, and gaze at the sky.
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I am often thought of as being remarkably bright, and yet my brains, more often than not, are busily devising new and interesting ways of bringing my enemies to sudden, gagging, writhing, agonizing death.
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One that cackles at these capers and another that never gets much beyond a rather jaded and self-conscious smile, like the Mona Lisa.
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As I stood outside in Cow Lane, it occurred to me that Heaven must be a place where the library is open twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week. No … eight days a week.
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The very best people are like that. They don’t entangle you like flypaper.
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Anyone who knew the word slattern was worth cultivating as a friend.
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I grew up in a very British family who had been transplanted to Canada, and my grandmother’s house was filled with English books.
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One of the marks of a truly great mind, I had discovered, is the ability to feign stupidity on demand.
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I love that form very much because the reader is so familiar with all of the types of characters that are in there that they already identify with the book.
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I was learning that among friends, a smile can be better than a belly laugh.
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If you remember nothing else, remember this: Inspiration from outside one’s self is like the heat in an oven.
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If poisons were ponies, I’d put my money on cyanide.
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Liberals have always been the most fervent Imperialists.
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Compared with my life Cinderella was a spoiled brat.
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My grandmother flew only once in her life, and that was the day she and her new husband ascended into the skies of Victorian London in the wicker basket of a hot-air balloon.
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