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![J.M. Barrie](https://i.gr-assets.com/images/S/compressed.photo.goodreads.com/authors/1519029719i/5255014._UX200_CR0,47,200,200_.jpg)
“The moment you doubt whether you can fly, you cease for ever to be able to do it.”
― Peter Pan
― Peter Pan
![Charlotte Eriksson](https://i.gr-assets.com/images/S/compressed.photo.goodreads.com/authors/1615058742i/7056690._UX200_CR0,50,200,200_.jpg)
“Let me wake up next to you, have coffee in the morning and wander through the city with your hand in mine, and I'll be happy for the rest of my fucked up little life.”
― Empty Roads & Broken Bottles: in search for The Great Perhaps
― Empty Roads & Broken Bottles: in search for The Great Perhaps
![Stephen Fry](https://i.gr-assets.com/images/S/compressed.photo.goodreads.com/authors/1699018403i/10917._UX200_CR0,0,200,200_.jpg)
“The English language is like London: proudly barbaric yet deeply civilised, too, common yet royal, vulgar yet processional, sacred yet profane. Each sentence we produce, whether we know it or not, is a mongrel mouthful of Chaucerian, Shakespearean, Miltonic, Johnsonian, Dickensian and American. Military, naval, legal, corporate, criminal, jazz, rap and ghetto discourses are mingled at every turn. The French language, like Paris, has attempted, through its Academy, to retain its purity, to fight the advancing tides of Franglais and international prefabrication. English, by comparison, is a shameless whore.”
― The Ode Less Travelled: Unlocking the Poet Within
― The Ode Less Travelled: Unlocking the Poet Within
![Charlotte Eriksson](https://i.gr-assets.com/images/S/compressed.photo.goodreads.com/authors/1615058742i/7056690._UX200_CR0,50,200,200_.jpg)
“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.”
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![Samuel Johnson](https://i.gr-assets.com/images/S/compressed.photo.goodreads.com/authors/1209488222i/22191._CR0,21,200,200_.jpg)
“Sir, when a man is tired of London, he is tired of life; for there is in London all that life can afford.”
― The Life of Samuel Johnson LL.D. Vol 3
― The Life of Samuel Johnson LL.D. Vol 3
![Arthur Conan Doyle](https://i.gr-assets.com/images/S/compressed.photo.goodreads.com/authors/1495008883i/2448._UX200_CR0,31,200,200_.jpg)
“How sweet the morning air is! See how that one little cloud floats like a pink feather from some gigantic flamingo. Now the red rim of the sun pushes itself over the London cloud-bank. It shines on a good many folk, but on none, I dare bet, who are on a stranger errand than you and I. How small we feel with our petty ambitions and strivings in the presence of the great elemental forces of Nature!”
― Sherlock Holmes: The Complete Novels and Stories, Volume I
― Sherlock Holmes: The Complete Novels and Stories, Volume I
![Charlotte Eriksson](https://i.gr-assets.com/images/S/compressed.photo.goodreads.com/authors/1615058742i/7056690._UX200_CR0,50,200,200_.jpg)
“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.”
― Empty Roads & Broken Bottles: in search for The Great Perhaps
― Empty Roads & Broken Bottles: in search for The Great Perhaps
![Ben Aaronovitch](https://i.gr-assets.com/images/S/compressed.photo.goodreads.com/authors/1647526446i/363130._UX200_CR0,38,200,200_.jpg)
“My Dad says that being a Londoner has nothing to do with where you're born. He says that there are people who get off a jumbo jet at Heathrow, go through immigration waving any kind of passport, hop on the tube and by the time the train's pulled into Piccadilly Circus they've become a Londoner.”
― Moon Over Soho
― Moon Over Soho
![Noël Coward](https://i.gr-assets.com/images/S/compressed.photo.goodreads.com/authors/1211318407i/120035._UX200_CR0,0,200,200_.jpg)
“I don't know what London's coming to — the higher the buildings the lower the morals.”
― Collected Sketches and Lyrics
― Collected Sketches and Lyrics
![Charles Dickens](https://i.gr-assets.com/images/S/compressed.photo.goodreads.com/authors/1387078070i/239579._UX200_CR0,46,200,200_.jpg)
“LONDON. Michaelmas Term lately over, and the Lord Chancellor sitting in Lincoln’s Inn Hall. Implacable November weather. As much mud in the streets as if the waters had but newly retired from the face of the earth, and it would not be wonderful to meet a Megalosaurus, forty feet long or so, waddling like an elephantine lizard up Holborn Hill. Smoke lowering down from chimney-pots, making a soft black drizzle, with flakes of soot in it as big as full-grown snow-flakes — gone into mourning, one might imagine, for the death of the sun. Dogs, undistinguishable in mire. Horses, scarcely better; splashed to their very blinkers. Foot passengers, jostling one another’s umbrellas in a general infection of ill-temper, and losing their foot-hold at street-corners, where tens of thousands of other foot passengers have been slipping and sliding since the day broke (if the day ever broke), adding new deposits to the crust upon crust of mud, sticking at those points tenaciously to the pavement, and accumulating at compound interest.
Fog everywhere. Fog up the river, where it flows among green aits and meadows; fog down the river, where it rolls defiled among the tiers of shipping and the waterside pollutions of a great (and dirty) city. Fog on the Essex marshes, fog on the Kentish heights. Fog creeping into the cabooses of collier-brigs; fog lying out on the yards, and hovering in the rigging of great ships; fog drooping on the gunwales of barges and small boats. Fog in the eyes and throats of ancient Greenwich pensioners, wheezing by the firesides of their wards; fog in the stem and bowl of the afternoon pipe of the wrathful skipper, down in his close cabin; fog cruelly pinching the toes and fingers of his shivering little ’prentice boy on deck. Chance people on the bridges peeping over the parapets into a nether sky of fog, with fog all round them, as if they were up in a balloon, and hanging in the misty clouds.
Gas looming through the fog in divers places in the streets, much as the sun may, from the spongey fields, be seen to loom by husbandman and ploughboy. Most of the shops lighted two hours before their time — as the gas seems to know, for it has a haggard and unwilling look.
The raw afternoon is rawest, and the dense fog is densest, and the muddy streets are muddiest near that leaden-headed old obstruction, appropriate ornament for the threshold of a leaden-headed old corporation, Temple Bar. And hard by Temple Bar, in Lincoln’s Inn Hall, at the very heart of the fog, sits the Lord High Chancellor in his High Court of Chancery.”
― Bleak House
Fog everywhere. Fog up the river, where it flows among green aits and meadows; fog down the river, where it rolls defiled among the tiers of shipping and the waterside pollutions of a great (and dirty) city. Fog on the Essex marshes, fog on the Kentish heights. Fog creeping into the cabooses of collier-brigs; fog lying out on the yards, and hovering in the rigging of great ships; fog drooping on the gunwales of barges and small boats. Fog in the eyes and throats of ancient Greenwich pensioners, wheezing by the firesides of their wards; fog in the stem and bowl of the afternoon pipe of the wrathful skipper, down in his close cabin; fog cruelly pinching the toes and fingers of his shivering little ’prentice boy on deck. Chance people on the bridges peeping over the parapets into a nether sky of fog, with fog all round them, as if they were up in a balloon, and hanging in the misty clouds.
Gas looming through the fog in divers places in the streets, much as the sun may, from the spongey fields, be seen to loom by husbandman and ploughboy. Most of the shops lighted two hours before their time — as the gas seems to know, for it has a haggard and unwilling look.
The raw afternoon is rawest, and the dense fog is densest, and the muddy streets are muddiest near that leaden-headed old obstruction, appropriate ornament for the threshold of a leaden-headed old corporation, Temple Bar. And hard by Temple Bar, in Lincoln’s Inn Hall, at the very heart of the fog, sits the Lord High Chancellor in his High Court of Chancery.”
― Bleak House
![J.M. Barrie](https://i.gr-assets.com/images/S/compressed.photo.goodreads.com/authors/1519029719i/5255014._UX200_CR0,47,200,200_.jpg)
“It is frightfully difficult to know much about the fairies, and almost the only thing for certain is that there are fairies wherever there are children.”
― Peter Pan in Kensington Gardens
― Peter Pan in Kensington Gardens
![Wendy Cope](https://i.gr-assets.com/images/S/compressed.photo.goodreads.com/authors/1299666185i/105289._UX200_CR0,43,200,200_.jpg)
“On Waterloo Bridge where we said our goodbyes,
the weather conditions bring tears to my eyes.
I wipe them away with a black woolly glove
And try not to notice I've fallen in love
On Waterloo Bridge I am trying to think:
This is nothing. you're high on the charm and the drink.
But the juke-box inside me is playing a song
That says something different. And when was it wrong?
On Waterloo Bridge with the wind in my hair
I am tempted to skip. You're a fool. I don't care.
the head does its best but the heart is the boss-
I admit it before I am halfway across”
― Serious Concerns
the weather conditions bring tears to my eyes.
I wipe them away with a black woolly glove
And try not to notice I've fallen in love
On Waterloo Bridge I am trying to think:
This is nothing. you're high on the charm and the drink.
But the juke-box inside me is playing a song
That says something different. And when was it wrong?
On Waterloo Bridge with the wind in my hair
I am tempted to skip. You're a fool. I don't care.
the head does its best but the heart is the boss-
I admit it before I am halfway across”
― Serious Concerns
![Arthur Conan Doyle](https://i.gr-assets.com/images/S/compressed.photo.goodreads.com/authors/1495008883i/2448._UX200_CR0,31,200,200_.jpg)
“It is my belief, Watson, founded upon my experience, that the lowest and vilest alleys in London do not present a more dreadful record of sin than does the smiling and beautiful countryside.”
― Sherlock Holmes: The Complete Novels and Stories, Volume I
― Sherlock Holmes: The Complete Novels and Stories, Volume I
![Rudyard Kipling](https://i.gr-assets.com/images/S/compressed.photo.goodreads.com/authors/1550677494i/6989._UX200_CR0,31,200,200_.jpg)
“TWENTY bridges from Tower to Kew -
Wanted to know what the River knew,
Twenty Bridges or twenty-two,
For they were young, and the Thames was old
And this is the tale that River told:”
―
Wanted to know what the River knew,
Twenty Bridges or twenty-two,
For they were young, and the Thames was old
And this is the tale that River told:”
―
![Jeffrey Eugenides](https://i.gr-assets.com/images/S/compressed.photo.goodreads.com/authors/1374107943i/1467._UY200_CR49,0,200,200_.jpg)
“Planning is for the world's great cities, for Paris, London, and Rome, for cities dedicated, at some level, to culture. Detroit, on the other hand, was an American city and therefore dedicated to money, and so design had given way to expediency.”
― Middlesex
― Middlesex
![David Mitchell](https://i.gr-assets.com/images/S/compressed.photo.goodreads.com/authors/1409248688i/6538289._UX200_CR0,39,200,200_.jpg)
“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.”
― Ghostwritten
― Ghostwritten
![Charlotte Brontë](https://i.gr-assets.com/images/S/compressed.photo.goodreads.com/authors/1335001351i/1036615._UX200_CR0,0,200,200_.jpg)
“I like the spirit of this great London which I feel around me. Who but a coward would pass his whole life in hamlets; and for ever abandon his faculties to the eating rust of obscurity?”
― Villette
― Villette
![Bram Stoker](https://i.gr-assets.com/images/S/compressed.photo.goodreads.com/authors/1202438456i/6988.jpg)
“These friends - and he laid his hand on some of the books - have been good friends to me, and for some years past, ever since I had the idea of going to London, have given me many, many hours of pleasure. Through them I have come to know your great England; and to know her is to love her. I long to go through the crowded streets of your mighty London, to be in the midst of the whirl and rush of humanity, to share its life, its change, its death, and all that makes it what it is.”
― Dracula
― Dracula
![Benedict Cumberbatch](https://i.gr-assets.com/images/S/compressed.photo.goodreads.com/authors/1387377476i/2553011._UX200_CR0,23,200,200_.jpg)
“I drive a motorbike, so there is the whiff of the grim reaper round every corner, especially in London.”
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![Edward Bulwer-Lytton](https://i.gr-assets.com/images/S/compressed.photo.goodreads.com/authors/1236909781i/44512._UX200_CR0,15,200,200_.jpg)
“It was a dark and stormy night; the rain fell in torrents, except at occasional intervals, when it was checked by a violent gust of wind which swept up the streets (for it is in London that our scene lies), rattling along the housetops, and fiercely agitating the scanty flame of the lamps that struggled against the darkness.”
― Paul Clifford
― Paul Clifford
![Christopher Hitchens](https://i.gr-assets.com/images/S/compressed.photo.goodreads.com/authors/1434046956i/3956._UY200_CR23,0,200,200_.jpg)
“In a public dialogue with Salman in London he [Edward Said] had once described the Palestinian plight as one where his people, expelled and dispossessed by Jewish victors, were in the unique historical position of being 'the victims of the victims': there was something quasi-Christian, I thought, in the apparent humility of that statement.”
― Hitch 22: A Memoir
― Hitch 22: A Memoir
![Dorothy L. Sayers](https://i.gr-assets.com/images/S/compressed.photo.goodreads.com/authors/1519840173i/8734._UX200_CR0,38,200,200_.jpg)
“To the person who has anything to conceal—to the person who wants to lose his identity as one leaf among the leaves of a forest—to the person who asks no more than to pass by and be forgotten, there is one name above others which promises a haven of safety and oblivion. London. Where no one knows his neighbour. Where shops do not know their customers. Where physicians are suddenly called to unknown patients whom they never see again. Where you may lie dead in your house for months together unmissed and unnoticed till the gas-inspector comes to look at the meter. Where strangers are friendly and friends are casual. London, whose rather untidy and grubby bosom is the repository of so many odd secrets. Discreet, incurious and all-enfolding London.”
― Unnatural Death
― Unnatural Death
![Virginia Woolf](https://i.gr-assets.com/images/S/compressed.photo.goodreads.com/authors/1419596619i/6765._UX200_CR0,36,200,200_.jpg)
“In people's eyes, in the swing, tramp, and trudge; in the bellow and the uproar; the carriages, motor cars, omnibuses, vans, sandwich men shuffling and swinging; brass bands; barrel organs; in the triumph and the jingle and the strange high singing of some aeroplane overhead was what she loved; life; London; this moment of June.”
― Mrs. Dalloway
― Mrs. Dalloway
![Anthony Burgess](https://i.gr-assets.com/images/S/compressed.photo.goodreads.com/authors/1484769559i/5735._UX200_CR0,50,200,200_.jpg)
“At the age of fifteen he had bought off a twopenny stall in the market a duo-decimo book of recipes, gossip, and homilies, printed in 1605. His stepmother, able to read figures, had screamed at the sight of it when he had proudly brought it home. 1605 was 'the olden days', meaning Henry VIII, the executioner's axe, and the Great Plague. She thrust the book into the kitchen fire with the tongs, yelling that it must be seething with lethal germs. A limited, though live, sense of history. And history was the reason why she would never go to London. She saw it as dominated by the Bloody Tower, Fleet Street full of demon barbers, as well as dangerous escalators everywhere.”
― Inside Mr. Enderby
― Inside Mr. Enderby
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