Italians give their city sexes, and they all agree that the sex for a particular city is quite correct, but none of them can explain why. I love that. London's middle-aged and male, respectably married but secretly gay.
David MitchellI don't know if there is actually more rain here in England, or if it was just that the rain seemed to be so deliberately annoying. Every drop hit the window with a peevish "Am I bothering you? Does this make you cold and wet? Oh, sorry.
Maureen JohnsonTags: rain london weather london-weather perfect-descriptions-of-places
This is England," he explained. "Tell someone it's a procedure, and they'll believe you. The pointless procedure is one of our great natural resources.
Maureen JohnsonTags: law london england procedures
English rain feels obligatory, like paperwork. It dampens already damn days and slicks the stones.
Maureen JohnsonTags: rain london london-weather english-rain english-weather
The dog sniffed at the bonfire like a ship with a wet nose docking at a foreign port." -Mgru
Stephen MolesTags: dog london centaur transsexual ladyboy
When she paused, I embraced the opportunity to turn the trend of conversation by saying:
'I am afraid that I was a little rude to you last night,' but I hardly expected such a blunt reply as she made.
'Yes, you were exceedingly rude, and I hate rude men.'
'I hope you don't hate me,' I cried, laughingly.
'Oh no, not quite. You're a Londoner, you see.'
This was very severe. I confess I was hardly prepared for it, and I was tempted to say something cutting in reply, but checked myself, bowed, and merely remarked:
'Which is not my fault. Therefore pity me rather than blame me.'
'Certainly I do that,' she replied, with an amusing seriousness.
("The Doomed Man")
Tags: rudeness london rude londoner
I thought that if I owned nothing, had nothing, was nothing, I would have nothing left to lose, and I wouldn't be scared anymore. Because my whole life I’ve been so damn scared. Scared to live because I was scared to die. But at the same I was so scared of living, so I wanted to die. Or maybe so scared of dying that I refused to live. You don't have to be afraid to fall, when you're already on the ground. You don't have to be scared to lose someone, when there's no one around to lose.
Charlotte ErikssonTags: life learning freedom journey alone lonely afraid london musician traveling scared homeless afraid-to-die
You read and write and sing and experience, thinking that one day these things will build the character you admire to live as. You love and lose and bleed best you can, to the extreme, hoping that one day the world will read you like the poem you want to be.
Charlotte ErikssonTags: life growing-up poetry solitude journey change living growth self-knowledge london self-development leaving life-story spiritual-growth musician changing travelling songwriter sweden the-great-perhaps
I want my life to be the greatest story.
My very existence will be the greatest poem.
Watch me burn.
Love always, Charlotte
Tags: life goals growing-up love existence poetry inspiration solitude journey last-words dreams story motivation writer london leaving life-story travelling become the-great-perhaps
You’ll have to do better than that chaps, if you want to kill me!
A.F. StewartTags: london spy classic-literature steampunk
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