David Mitchell Quotes - Page 3

All revolutions are the sheerest fantasy until they happen; then they become historical inevitabilities.

Probably in a parallel universe not far from here, I'm working for Nintendo.

One fine day a predatory world shall consume itself.

War may be an auction for countries. For soldiers it's a lottery.

One's ribs shouldn't be prison bars.

...now I'm a spent firework; but at least I've been a firework.

The body is the outermost layer of the mind.

Women, O, women! They'll find the baddest meanin' in your words & hold it up.

Mother used to say escape is never further than the nearest book.

Trees're always a relief, after people.

War's an auction where whoever can pay the most in damage and still be standing wins.

Hate eats the hater the way ogres eat little boys.

If I want to act relaxed, it's going to take all my cunning, skill, and concentration.

She has to lose her pre-Copernican view of a universe revolving around herself.

This world, he thinks, contains just one masterpiece, and that is itself.

Freedom!- is the fatuous jingle of our civilization, but only those deprived of it have the barest inkling re: what the stuff actually is.

If war's first victim is truth, its second is clerical efficiency.

To enslave an individual troubles your consciences, Archivist, but to enslave a clone is no more troubling than owning the latest six-wheeler ford, ethically. Because you cannot discern our differences, you assume we have none. But make no mistake: even same-stem fabricants cultured in the same wombtank are as singular as snowflakes.

I’m scared of the future. I’m scared of the past. I’m nervous at the moment.

These jokes the world plays, they're not funny at all.

But no, we cross, crisscross, and recross our old tracks like figure skaters.

The mind abhors a vacancy & is wont to people it with phantoms.

Peace, though beloved of our Lord, is a cardinal virtue only if your neighbors share your conscience.

Faith, the least exclusive club on Earth, has the craftiest doorman. Every time I've stepped through its wide-open doorway, I find myself stepping out on the street again.

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.