The Unlikely Escape of Uriah Heep

by H.G. Parry

One should always have something sensational to read in bed.

I can’t explain myself, I’m afraid, sir, because I’m not myself, you see.

a hurricane that pats you on the back sympathetically as it blows you over.

We should all strive to be the absolute version of something.”

A lot of what was seen as magic in early history was probably really summoning: people reading dragons out of books, and the like.”

Sitting on the couch, I had a strange hyper-real moment when all the days and years of my life rolled into one, and I didn’t know if I were myself at four, at ten, at fifteen, at eighteen home for the holidays.

Imagination wasn’t keeping to its proper place tonight.

you know when you read a book, sometimes, and you suddenly realize that you’ve been missing something your whole life, and you weren’t even aware, and all at once you’ve found it and are just a little bit more whole?”

I’ve never understood it, how he could be so intelligent and yet so completely oblivious.

He was too schooled in seeing other points of view to hold to his own.

in one of those classic examples of hope over experience.