Chris Priestley Quotes & Sayings

I would sometimes see them among the trees, as I did this particular day. They did not come near and never said a word. They stood silently among the shadows. — Chris Priestley

Does something amuse you?' asked Uncle Montague.
'I was merely reminding myself, Uncle, that I am getting too old to be so easily frightened by stories.'
'Really?' said Uncle Montague with a worrying degree of doubt in his voice. 'You think there is an age at which you might become immune to fear? — Chris Priestley

Because soldiers aren't really brave, they follow orders. Soldiers do as they told. They're not heroes. There are no real heroes, son. It depends on whose telling the story. — Chris Priestley

And where should mankind be without trees? — Chris Priestley

They were streetwalkers, women who sold themselves for money to men- good, God-fearing men who went to church with their wives the following Sunday without a care. — Chris Priestley

What's the point of hope if the hope you have is a lie? said Frank. Better to have no hope at all than false hope. — Chris Priestley

Pah!' said Sam. 'What good is there in feeling happy one day if you go back to how you were the next?'
'What harm is there?' said the giant. — Chris Priestley

Why is it childish to want something better? asked Frank sulkily. It's like pretending to be content is the same as actually being content. I'm not going to pre tent. - Frank — Chris Priestley

She had the the most extraordinary capacity for falling asleep at a moments notice. Any kind of pause in the routine was an excuse for a nap. I swear she was more cat than human. — Chris Priestley

After all, it was only a story,' I said, determined to prove her wrong. 'All manner of terrible things may happen in a story. They may be startling at the time, but it passes. One gets caught up in the narrative, but the dangers aren't real, are they? Things happen in any way the storyteller chooses. It is all just made up. — Chris Priestley

But she was no guardian angel. She was not trying to help me at all. She had been trying to claim me as she had claimed the lives of my fellow passengers.
She was the thing that remained forever unseen in my visions of her tales. She lurked near the bodies of those whose whose lives were so cruelly taken. She was there always, waiting. — Chris Priestley

Because they wanted the thrill, said his grandfather. They wanted to feel terror. Fear makes you alive. — Chris Priestley

I stood a little self-consciously. I was of an age when I was still unsure of myself in such formal matters as greetings and partings. — Chris Priestley

But I am English and have spent my life at one of the finest schools in the country. I could take a beating. — Chris Priestley

Just because something is told as a story and that story is part legend or myth, or feat of imagination, does not mean there is no truth in it. — Chris Priestley

Sam's world grew and grew with each book he finished. — Chris Priestley

I don't want to be rich. I'm not interested in money. Well, not money for the sake of it. I just want more life than Mother and Father want. Don't you ever want more? - Frank — Chris Priestley

Give me a funeral over a wedding any day,.' said Uncle Montague with a sigh. 'The conversation is almost always superior. — Chris Priestley

Is this her death I'm looking at? Or her life? And which is worse? — Chris Priestley

In my confused state I wondered if I had not died and gone to hell. And if this was the case, I wished that I had been allowed more opportunities to sin, for this seemed a rather excessive judgement on what had been a frankly dull and blameless life. But I was not dead. I could see that now. — Chris Priestley

The school reports say you don't concentrate. But you don't concentrate because you are thinking. They don't understand that. They think intelligence is all about soaking up knowledge. But true intelligence- the intelligence that really counts- is the ability to interpret facts to make them you own. — Chris Priestley

Writers were a strange sort; I knew that much from the newspapers. — Chris Priestley

From the plough to paper, from the wheel to house, from tool handles to sailing ships. Man would have been nothing without trees. — Chris Priestley

For nothing is deader than a body that once had life and has it no more. — Chris Priestley