Quotes from A.J. Hartley

I've never fully trusted people who don't like dogs. They rarely turn out well.

Priests might divide the world into good and bad. In battle there was strong and weak and nothing else.

You're a kid,' said Alexandra. 'There is no just about it. Only adults say just a kid and what the heck do they know about anything? Have you looked at their world lately?

Sign this... and I'll show you

And so the Scots grew restless, moaning all the time as only they could.

Content," Guildenstern agreed. "One aspires to happiness, but not too much since one would not wish to be disappointed.

The prince put the dagger on the table. "Sorry." Yorick bent forward and looked up into his eyes. "Don't forget our respective places here. I'm your clown. Your plaything. Your toy. Scarcely human. No need to apologise.

Suicide was a sin. It would condemn her for eternity. But so was murder, even a just one sought out of righteous grief. The revenger always dug two graves, they said. One for his victim. One for himself. She'd never understood that old saying till now. Either way she was dead.

If you wanted reflections on the nature of the universe and your place in it, you should have stayed in school. You want fart noises and cock jokes, I'm your man.

Magic came from within, from turning a secret key that lurked inside, waiting for the words to set it free. The

Slavery comes in many guises lady. A woman should recognize that.

Almost is such a wonderful word, don't you think?" said the shopkeeper with a wink. "So full of wiggle rom and loopholes, so not absolutely anything.

What kind of love demands the life of another? A child at that?" "Danish love, my sweet. Can't you smell it?

Almost is such a wonderful word don't you think?" the shopkeeper said with a wink. "So full of wiggle-room and loopholes, so not-absolutely-anything. Almost killed means still very much alive, which I am sure you will agree makes all the difference.

Ah," I said with a bleak smile. "What was a quaint and silly folk belief becomes a major news item when white people believe in it.

Where on earth do you get a rose in Elsinore in the middle of winter?" "Don't you want it?" She took the flower from him, kissed his cheek. No bristles. No beard. A clean-shaven man with a kind and amiable face. Scheming. She didn't doubt it. But he was a diplomat by training. It was only to be expected. And if he'd lacked those skills perhaps neither of them would have managed Old Hamlet's death, the marriage, the succession so easily.