Jasper Fforde
Quotes
I’d been so convinced of that particular narrative I never for one moment stopped to reappraise the situation.
p. 350
No, I don’t want to seem underhand or insulting but Toccata’s a poisonous, untrustworthy, self-serving little reptile – with a severe personality disorder and a disquieting capacity for cannibalism.
p. 186
It would have been easy to dislike her intensely, but I actually felt nothing for her at all.
p. 8
The numbers were too great for HiberTech to hide what had happened. As it was, well-engineered corporate surprise, orchestrated bafflement, faux delight, suitable soul-searching and feigned contrition won the day.
p. 395
“Think of it this way: A single brain cell has no intelligence, but in company it can do extraordinary things. Perhaps the entirety of existence is the true, unifying intelligence that drives what occurs—for a reason that is quite beyond our understanding, or even to a higher plane where the concept of understanding is laughably redundant.”
It was an interesting concept. Mycroft had often theorized that the whole of existence was so large and hideously complex that it must be sentient. And if this were so, then it must have a truly warped sense of humor and have an abiding love of math and hydrogen—and a deep loathing for order.
p. 298
“What do you think?”
“I can hardly contain my indifference.”
p. 8
More welcoming were a couple of Welsh Tourist Board posters. One was advertising the local area with the now-universal slogan “Visit Wales – Not Always Raining.”
p. 89
“I lost sixty soldiers under my command.”
“Your fault?” I asked.
“No, but they were all my responsibility, so it amounts to the same thing.”
p. 285
People die in the Winter; it’s what it’s there for.
p. 332
“She can’t be that volatile.”
“She punched me in the eye so hard she detached my retina,” he said, “and all I did was place the preposition at the end of the sentence.”
p. 114
There were the rules we were taught, and there were the rules we did our job by. The two were related, but as distant cousins rather than siblings.
p. 117
Winter isn’t a season – it’s a calling.
p. 400
