66 Quotes by Natasha Pulley

What's that?' Thaniel said, curious. The postmarks and stamps weren't English or Japanese.'A painting. There's a depressed Dutchman who does countryside scenes and flowers and things. It's ugly, but I have to maintain the estates in Japan and modern art is a good investment.

I'll give you a cake if you get him in the stream by the end of the afternoon,' Mori said to Six.'Hold on,' Thaniel said. 'No making criminals of the orphans, Fagin.''But I want some cake,' Six frowned. 'And his name isn't Fagin.

Is it white wine? Red tastes like vinegar.''Of course it's white wine, I'm Japanese.

I'll never understand. Advanced physics is about describing things you can't know intuitively, so you describe it in numbers, but I've got it in front of me." He was looking around the room rather than at her. He seemed to like it, and since coming in, had eased closer to the burners. "It's like listening to blind people with no sense of touch prove atom by atom the existence and possible features of an elephant when I'm not even very interested in elephants.

Mori looked across and was, briefly, a languageless, inhuman thing rescued from the sea and asked for an impious favour.

Think of horse races. People like to bet on the one with three legs and a wheeze.They don't bet on that one because they think it will win, but because they can see how very glorious it would be if it were to win

Raphael looked like he might have laughed if he'd been younger and more cheerful. 'Why are you using the Jesuit dictionary?''How do you know what I'm using? A d it's the only Quechua dictionary.''It's probably shrine,'I said, and then when Clem frowned, not understanding, 'not idol.'Raphael nodded to me and I smiled, because he was taking it so gently. I would have burst out laughing if someone had translated Christchurch as Heathen God Temple in front of me.

Mori smiled properly. The lines around his eyes were deeper than usual now. They made him look like an old photograph of a young man, often crushed, but ironed carefully so that only the ghosts of the marks remained.

Everybody, professors and students and Proctors the same, knew that if the sign said 'do not walk on the grass', one hopped. Anybody who didn't had failed to understand what Oxford was.