# Tom Holt

- Quotes: 64
- Author page: https://www.leafyquotes.com/tom-holt

## Books

- [Djinn Rummy](https://www.leafyquotes.com/tom-holt/djinn-rummy.md) — 2 quotes
- [Expecting Someone Taller](https://www.leafyquotes.com/tom-holt/expecting-someone-taller.md) — 14 quotes
- [Falling Sideways](https://www.leafyquotes.com/tom-holt/falling-sideways.md) — 2 quotes
- [Faust Among Equals](https://www.leafyquotes.com/tom-holt/faust-among-equals.md) — 2 quotes
- [Flying Dutch](https://www.leafyquotes.com/tom-holt/flying-dutch.md) — 22 quotes
- [Grailblazers](https://www.leafyquotes.com/tom-holt/grailblazers.md) — 4 quotes
- [Here Comes The Sun](https://www.leafyquotes.com/tom-holt/here-comes-the-sun.md) — 1 quote
- [My Hero](https://www.leafyquotes.com/tom-holt/my-hero.md) — 3 quotes
- [Nothing But Blue Skies](https://www.leafyquotes.com/tom-holt/nothing-but-blue-skies.md) — 1 quote
- [Only Human](https://www.leafyquotes.com/tom-holt/only-human.md) — 1 quote
- [Paint Your Dragon](https://www.leafyquotes.com/tom-holt/paint-your-dragon.md) — 8 quotes
- [The Portable Door](https://www.leafyquotes.com/tom-holt/the-portable-door.md) — 1 quote
- [Ye Gods!](https://www.leafyquotes.com/tom-holt/ye-gods.md) — 3 quotes

## Recently added quotes

> You poor suckers [mammals]: you've got all this horrible stuff to get through somehow so obviously there's got to be an incentive, or at least some kind of fix for you to get addicted to. That's love: possibly the sneakiest trick ever played on any variety of life form by a notoriously conniving Universe. You do all these dismal, soul-destroying things because you get attached to each other.

p. 322

> Treasure maps; Czarist bonds; a case of stuffed dodos; Scarlett O'Hara's birth certificate; two flattened and deformed silver bullet heads in an old matchbox; Baedeker's guide to Atlantis (seventeenth edition, 1902); the autograph score of Schubert's Unfinished Symphony, with Das Ende written neatly at the foot of the last page; three boxes of moon rocks; a dumpy, heavy statuette of a bird covered in dull black paint, which reminded him of something but he couldn't remember what; a Norwich Union life policy in the name of Vlad Dracul; a cigar box full of oddly shaped teeth, with CAUTION: DO NOT DROP painted on the lid in hysterical capitals; five or six doll's-house-sized books with titles like Lilliput On $2 A Day; a small slab of green crystal that glowed when he opened the envelope; a thick bundle of love letters bound in blue ribbon, all signed Margaret Roberts; a left-luggage token from North Central railway terminus, Ruritania; Bartholomew's Road Atlas of Oz (one page, with a yellow line smack down the middle); a brown paper bag of solid gold jelly babies; several contracts for the sale and purchase of souls; a fat brown envelope inscribed To Be Opened On My Death: E. A. Presley, unopened; Oxford and Cambridge Board O-level papers in Elvish language and literature, 1969-85; a very old drum in a worm-eaten sea-chest marked F. Drake, Plymouth, in with a load of minute-books and annual accounts of the Winchester Round Table; half a dozen incredibly ugly portraits of major Hollywood film stars; Unicorn-Calling, For Pleasure & Profit by J. R. Hartley; a huge collection of betting slips, on races to be held in the year 2019; all water, as far as Paul was concerned, off a duck's {back]"

> You want the short version. Okay, then: shit happens. Does that answer all your question? Thought not. Now, if you shut your face and let me tell this my way, we might actually get somewhere. Thank you.

p. 319

> Jeez, for a superior intelligence, you must be just plain dumb,' he said.

> [...] the dragon got three cartsful of angry letters from the Pope (which he dismissed as a load of bulls) [...]

> Like, there's these new fundamentalist religious fanatics, some name like Meek Militant Action. Their aim's to inherit the Earth, provided nobody objects.' - c. 12

> Here we go, surfing the Net again, something done by humans and very gullible fish.

> If you hadn't noticed, I'm the pub loony around here. This is my turf, and if there's any gibbering to be done, I'm the one who does it. If you want to gibber, find another bar.

> Here and there a doorway or low arch concealed the occasional mugger, rapist or lawyer.

> Talking to yourself is a sign of madness. Talking to yourself, dead, is class.'

> Good guys is just a fancy way of saying Us. Bad guys is only ever Them.' -

> Vote!' [Saint] George rolled his eyes. 'This is an assassination, not a debating society.' - c. 7