Sue Townsend > Quotes

“There's only one thing more boring than listening to other people's dreams, and that's listening to their problems.”
― Sue Townsend, The Secret Diary of Adrian Mole, Aged 13 3/4

“Now I know I am an intellectual. I saw Malcolm Muggeridge on the television last night, and I understood nearly every word. It all adds up. A bad home, poor diet, not liking punk. I think I will join the library and see what happens.”
― Sue Townsend

“8.45 a.m. My mother is in the hospital grounds smoking a cigarette. She is looking old and haggard. All the debauchery is catching up with her.”
― Sue Townsend, The Secret Diary of Adrian Mole, Aged 13 3/4

“Adrian Mole's father was so angry that so many pepole got divorced nowadays. HE had been unhappilly married for 30 years, why should everybody else get away?”
― Sue Townsend

“The monarchy is finished. It was finished a while ago, but they're still making the corpses dance.”
― Sue Townsend

“My mother is now in the hospital 60 miles away, where they are treating her pneumonia. I refuse to feel guilty. Guilt is a destructive emotion and doesn't fit in with my Life Plan.”
― Sue Townsend, The Lost Diaries of Adrian Mole, 1999-2001

“I don't know why women are so mad about flowers. Personally, they leave me cold. I prefer trees.”
― Sue Townsend, The Growing Pains of Adrian Mole

“Auf dem Schulweg begegnete ich unserem Briefträger. Er sagte mir, Mutter kaeme mich am Samstag besuchen. Am liebsten wuerde ich ihn seiner Dienststelle melden, weil er Privatpost liest.”
― Sue Townsend

“Мужика белобрысого зовут Дункан Макинтош, а его партия называется “Пусть катятся, откуда пришли”. Этот Макинтош хочет всех из Британии насильно выгнать: черных, коричневых, желтых, красных, евреев, ирландцев, уэльсцев, шотландцев, кельтов и потомков норманнов. В общем, останутся только чистокровные блондинистые саксонцы, и больше никого. Мама высчитала, что если этот Макинтош к власти придет, то он и будет населением Британии.”
― Sue Townsend, The Growing Pains of Adrian Mole

“To unlock the heavy outer door and to walk into the hushed interior, with the morning light spilling from the high windows on to the waiting books, gave her such pleasure that she would have worked for nothing.”
― Sue Townsend, The Woman Who Went to Bed for a Year