#dickens

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Dickens, as you know, never got round to starting his home page.


Terry Prachett


#got #his #home #know #never

Dickens is a very underrated writer at the moment. Everyone in his time admired him but I think right now he's not spoken of enough.


Anne Rice


#dickens #enough #everyone #him #his

I had a kind of Dickensian childhood.


Shaun Cassidy


#dickensian #had #i #kind

You don't know how you haunt and bewilder me. You don't know how the cursed carelessness that is over-officious in helping me at every other turning of my life WON'T help me here. You have struck it dead, I think, and I sometimes wish you had struck me dead along with it.


Charles Dickens


#eugene-wrayburn #our-mutual-friend #life

Where would David Copperfield be if Dickens had gone to writing classes? Probably about seventy minor characters short, is where. (Did you know that Dickens is estimated to have invented thirteen thousand characters? Thirteen thousand! The population of a small town!)


Nick Hornby


#humor #writing #humor

Mr Lorry asks the witness questions: Ever been kicked? Might have been. Frequently? No. Ever kicked down stairs? Decidedly not; once received a kick at the top of a staircase, and fell down stairs of his own accord.


Charles Dickens


#dickens #humor #lie #witness #humor

The day before the Queen's Ball, Father had a visitor--a very young girl with literary aspirations, someone Lord Lytton had recommended visit Father and sent over–and while Father was explaining to her the enjoyment he was having in writing this Drood book for serialisation, this upstart of a girl had the temerity to ask, 'But suppose you died before all the book was written?' [...] He spoke very softly in his kindest voice and said to her, 'One can only work on, you know--work while it is day.


Dan Simmons


#charles-dickens #death #old-age #work #writing

When the last autumn of Dickens's life was over, he continued to work through his final winter and into spring. This is how all of us writers give away the days and years and decades of our lives in exchange for stacks of paper with scratches and squiggles on them. And when Death calls, how many of us would trade all those pages, all that squandered lifetime-worth of painfully achieved scratches and squiggles, for just one more day, one more fully lived and experienced day? And what price would we writers pay for that one extra day spent with those we ignored while we were locked away scratching and squiggling in our arrogant years of solipsistic isolation? Would we trade all those pages for a single hour? Or all of our books for one real minute?


Dan Simmons


#charles-dickens #death #life #old-age #regret

You are hard at work madam ," said the man near her. Yes," Answered Madam Defarge ; " I have a good deal to do." What do you make, Madam ?" Many things." For instance ---" For instance," returned Madam Defarge , composedly , Shrouds." The man moved a little further away, as soon as he could, feeling it mightily close and oppressive .


Charles Dickens


#france #funny #humor #mob #revolution

So new to him," she muttered, "so old to me; so strange to him, so familiar to me; so melancholy to both of us!...


Charles Dickens


#great-expectations #melancholy