Andrew^Smith
others:
Andrew2^Smith : Fiction, Young Adult
Andrew3^Smith : GR Author Historical Fiction, Literature
Andrew4^Smith : wrote Dr Who
Andrew5^Smith : Scottish surgeon, explorer, ethnologist and zoologist (1797-1872)
Andrew6^Smith : GR Author, Fiction & Nonfiction
Andrew7^Smith : Literature & Fiction, Horror, Gothic
Andrew8^Smith : Philosophy
Andrew9^Smith : GR Author, Fiction
Andrew10^Smith : GR Author, Fiction
Andrew11^Smith : Children's book illustrator
Andrew12^Smith: GR Author
Andrew13^Smith: Sports
Andrew14^Smith: IT
Andrew15^Smith: South Africa, Zoology
Andrew16^Smith: Veterinary, Canada
Andrew17^Smith: Cities
Andrew18^Smith: Business
Andrew19^Smith: Venham
Andrew20^Smith: Stroke
Andrew21^Smith: GR Author, Children's books
Andrew22^Smith: "Haunted historian" (NZ)
“People fear what they don't understand and hate what they can't conquer.”
“People fear what they can not understand and what they can not control.”
“The one sure thing about Marbury is that it’s a horrible place. But so is right here, too. And there’s certain benefit in the obviousness of its brutality, because in Marbury there’s no doubt about the nature of things: good and evil, or guilt and innocence, for example. Not like here, where you could be sitting in the park next to a doctor or someone and not have any idea what a sick and dangerous sonofabitch he really is. Because we always expect things to be proper, even if we haven’t learned our fucking lesson that it just doesn’t work out like that all the time.”
“Henry believed that Marbury was a world out of balance. He needs to take a closer look at this one.”
“I pictured the first time we saw the girl, breezing past us in that Lincoln, blond hair whirling around her, her glasses tipped down, her smile, the stroke of her fingers. The teasing.Simon tumbled the meteorite around in the sweat of his hand. I wondered what it would be like to look down at the earth, to fall, to burn brilliantly in the air like the image of the girl who passed by, kicking back dust like cosmic ash, and could she see that, now; was she up there above us?I wondered.We closed our eyes.”
“I was thinking. What if the world was like one of those Russian nesting dolls? What if we only saw one surface of it, the outside, but there was all kinds of other stuff going on, too? All the time. Underneath. But we just don't see it, even if we're part of it? Even if we're in it? And what if you had a chance to see a different layer, like flipping a channel or something? Would you want to look? Even if what you saw looked like hell? Or worse?”