Henry Williamson

"The smoking butt end of the year, November's dark iron has come to Tarker's Mills."

"You’re changing the course of history. I thought that sort of thing was strictly forbidden."

"I wanted to make my life short, and I was at a party in Toppers' Hose, and the coincidence was too much. It…"

"Does it not move you strangely, the love-bird's cry, tonight when, like the drifting snow, memory piles up …"

"“In this random, chaotic world, filled with apes and demigods and all in between, where mass murder and ass…"

"I wonder how many men, hiding their youngness, rise as I do, Saturday mornings, filled with the hope that B…"