Author of quotes: Alan Bradley. Page 3

When in doubt, rely on feelings.

A strange feeling seized me - or, rather, struck me, if I had an umbrella, reminiscing how it is when you open it in the rain.

Sometimes my tongue catches me off guard.

I guess this is growing up: holding you strands fall away, and you have to stand on their own feet.

People who lick their fingers turning over pages, as bad as the ones who blew his nose into a tablecloth.

Give nature a vacuum, and she tries to fill it. Give her the pressure in one place, and she tries to thin out his. She always strives for balance, which she was not destined to reach; and she is never happy with what he has.

Remember what I said, the book makes the soul fly.

There are some sounds that don't need to hear kids, I may even no longer a child, and the most important sound - the cry of a parent.

Family is truly a quiet pool, and I have yet to figure out which pike swim in the depths of my own pit.

Hot water and tea - I thought, - Essentials in all emergency circumstances.

"Babe" and "darling" - for me, like a bullet to the brain. I reserved the best seats in hell for people who turn to me.

She always runs away at the slightest hint of displeasure and once when father raised his voice, wrapped in a carpet and refused to come out until he sent for her husband.

- It seems, Peter the Great now well-behaved, - I said with calculated shudder and a nod in the direction of the blazing hulks.
- Sometimes he's very cheeky. She smiled. - It's because he's Russian, I guess.

To put it politely, this woman is plain as pudding.