Jasper Fforde Quotes
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He set fire to some potatoes, then cooked some undelivered post in the embers." - Dad "Did he now? What a strange fellow. I would have done it the other way around." - Stafford
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I suggest we depict penguins as callous and unfeeling creatures who insist on bringing up their children in what is little more than a large chest freezer.
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Everything comes to an end. A good bottle of wine, a summer’s day, a long-running sitcom, one’s life, and eventually our species. The question for many of us is not that everything will come to an end but when. And can we do anything vaguely useful until it does?
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The name is Schitt," he replied. "Jack Schitt.
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The best plans are always the simplest.
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Palindrome as well. My sister's name is Hannah. Father liked word games. He was fourteen times World Scrabble Champion. When he died, we buried him at Queenzieburn to make use of the triple word score.
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Social mores change with time, like fashion - who knows where it might all end up? I especially like the idea that waste, impoliteness and overpopulation become "abominations," although I'm not sure recycling one's aunt will ever truly catch on.
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Literary detection and firearms don't really go hand in hand; pen mighter than the sword and so forth.
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A surfeit of information often hides an untruth,” he said, with annoying clarity.
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Humans like stories. Humans need stories. Stories are good. Stories work. Story clarifies and captures the essence of the human spirit. Story, in all its forms—of life, of love, of knowledge—has traced the upward surge of mankind. And story, you mark my words, will be with the last human to draw breath.
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This is our siblings of more famous BookWorld Personalities self-help group expalined Loser (Gatsby). That's Sharon Eyre, the younger and wholly disreputable sister of Jane; Roger Yossarian, the draft dodger and coward; Rupert Bond, still a virgin and can't keep a secret; Tracy Capulet, who has slept her way round Verona twice; and Nancy Potter, who is a Muggle.
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I shouldn't believe anything I say, if I were you-and that includes what I just told you.
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Death, I had discovered long ago, was available in varying flavors, and none of them particularly palatable.
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The barriers between reality and fiction are softer than we think; a bit like a frozen lake. Hundreds of people can walk across it, but then one evening a thin spot develops and someone falls through; the hole is frozen over by the following morning.
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There's something rotten in the state of Denmark, and Hamlet says...it's payback time!
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If the real world were a book, it would never find a publisher. Overlong, detailed to the point of distraction-and ultimately, without a major resolution.
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I loved him, officer. More than any woman ever loved an egg.
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When you're an author, you're always two people. Jasper the writer is different from Jasper the person at home.
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It took me ten years and seven books to bag an agent - it took me that long to start writing good.
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Cash is always the deciding factor in such matters of moral politics; nothing ever gets done unless motivated by commerce or greed.
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There is a contract between the reader and the writer. The readers give me their hard-earned cash, and I have to entertain them.
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Apart from the faint odor of ink that pervaded the scene, it might have been real.
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Sometimes, a word succeeds beyond the wildest dreams of its creators, like a virus sent into the world to infect common speech.
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For a taste that's a bit more distinct, eat a bird before it's extinct.