“He put his hand on his forehead and scoured the French department of his memory for a word. He knew it was in there. He'd put it in almost fifty years before and hadn't had cause to remove it. But for the life of him he couldn't find it.”
“He put his hand on his forehead and scoured the French department of his memory for a word. He knew it was in there. He'd put it in almost fifty years before and hadn't had cause to remove it. But for the life of him he couldn't find it.”
Colin Cotterill
“It takes it out of you, writing with heart. And it was just for me really. Sort of a confirmation to myself that my inner diva can still make love to the keyboard when she’s in the mood. I have to keep her roped and gagged when I’m writing for the newspapers. They don’t like her at all. They don’t want love. They want a quick tryst in a motel room that’s forgotten in a few hours.”
Colin Cotterill“There was nothing fake or added about him. He was all himself.”
Colin Cotterill, The Coroner's Lunch“He put his hand on his forehead and scoured the French department of his memory for a word. He knew it was in there. He'd put it in almost fifty years before and hadn't had cause to remove it. But for the life of him he couldn't find it.”
Colin Cotterill, The Coroner's Lunch“Honesty can be a dirty gift. It can muddy a sparkling stream of memories.”
Colin Cotterill, Thirty-Three Teeth“A hero without faults is like an omelet without little bits of eggshell in it.”
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