Gerald Kersh Quotes

Now, you mummy's darlings, get a rift on them boots. Definitely shine em, my little curly-headed lambs, for in our mob, war or no war, you die with clean boots on.

There are men whom one hates until a certain moment when one sees, through a chink in their armour, the writhing of something nailed down and in torment.

When Irish eyes are smiling, watch your step.

But books, when you want to buy them, are costly and, when you need to sell them, valueless.