Edward Higgins > Edward's Quotes

“Only at dawn should a man awake from excess - at dawn agleam with red and sorrowful resolve.”
― Patrick Hamilton, Twenty Thousand Streets Under the Sky

“My father was my greatest inspiration. He was a lunatic.”
― Spike Milligan

“An unhappy woman with access to weed killer had to be watched carefully.”
― James Ruddick, Death at the Priory: Love, Sex, and Murder in Victorian England

“Outside of a dog, a book is man's best friend. Inside of a dog it's too dark to read.”
― Groucho Marx

“There's no I in denial”
― Peter Serafinowicz, A Billion Jokes: Volume 1

“Humanity lives in its fiction.”
― Blaise Cendrars

“Of all ghosts the ghosts of our old loves are the worst.”
― Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, The Memoirs Of Sherlock Holmes

“One man's fish is another man's poisson.”
― Mark Gatiss, The Vesuvius Club

“The chief enemy of creativity is good sense.”
― Pablo Picasso

“The first draft of anything is shit.”
― Ernest Hemingway

“And meanwhile time goes about its immemorial work of making everyone look and feel like shit.”
― Martin Amis, London Fields

“Must be an awful thing to have a happy childhood,' I said absently, lifting my drink to my lips. 'What terrible preparation for life.”
― E.O. Higgins, Conversations with Spirits

“God seems to do a good job in preserving bastards.”
― E.O. Higgins, Conversations with Spirits

“It is far more painful to awake from a beautiful slumber and – in that brief period when the continuity of life is still lost to you – to reach across the bed for a hand that is not there.”
― E.O. Higgins, Conversations with Spirits

“The oldest and strongest emotion of mankind is fear, and the oldest and strongest kind of fear is fear of the unknown”
― H.P. Lovecraft, Supernatural Horror in Literature

“Dixon was alive again. Consciousness was upon him before he could get out of the way; not for him the slow, gracious wandering from the halls of sleep, but a summary, forcible ejection. He lay sprawled, too wicked to move, spewed up like a broken spider-crab on the tarry shingle of morning. The light did him harm, but not as much as looking at things did; he resolved, having done it once, never to move his eyeballs again. A dusty thudding in his head made the scene before him beat like a pulse. His mouth had been used as a latrine by some small creature of the night, and then as its mausoleum. During the night, too, he'd somehow been on a cross-country run and then been expertly beaten up by secret police. He felt bad.”
― Kingsley Amis, Lucky Jim

“A reliable way of making people believe in falsehoods is frequent repetition, because familiarity is not easily distinguished from truth.”
― Daniel Kahneman, Thinking, Fast and Slow