john christopher

January 4, 2021 by achrilock

“I remember the answer some writer gave to the question: would a true writer still go on writing, marooned on a desert island? He said probably yes, but only provided he had a guarantee the ink wouldn’t fade and the hope, however slim, that someday a ship would come, bringing people who could read.”
— John Christopher, ‘Empty World’

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https://achrilock.com/2021/01/04/6309/

December 16, 2020 by achrilock

“It was what most people wanted, but I did not. I thought of the world into which I had been born, and in which I had grown up–the world of villages and small towns, of a peaceful ordered life, untroubled, unhurried, taking its patterns from the seasons.”
— John Christopher, ‘The Pool of Fire’

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https://achrilock.com/2020/12/16/5757/

December 8, 2020 by achrilock

“This, like everything else, was taken for granted. But no longer by us; having started asking questions, each doubt set loose a score of others.”
— John Christopher, ‘The White Mountains’

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https://achrilock.com/2020/12/08/5556/

December 2, 2020 by achrilock

“I am not against fighting–or killing–if it is for something worthwhile. But not for empty glories, paid for with real deaths.”
— John Christopher, ‘The Prince in Waiting’

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https://achrilock.com/2020/12/02/5448/

November 8, 2020 by achrilock

“They had won before by guile, and the trick would not work twice. The air of our planet was poison to them, and they had no base in which to shelter. Men still wore Caps, but the Caps would give no orders. They could try to set up fresh bases, and might succeed, but we would harry them continuously with weapons that were more and more sophisticated every year. Having beaten them when they were all powerful and we pitifully weak, we knew we could better any effort they made in the future.”
— John Christopher, ‘The Pool of Fire’

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https://achrilock.com/2020/11/08/4975/

November 2, 2020 by achrilock

“But the time had passed for doubts and brooding. A star gleamed in the sky, not far above the western horizon.”
— John Christopher, ‘The Pool of Fire’

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https://achrilock.com/2020/11/02/4800/

September 29, 2020 by achrilock

“The weather had finally broken and the days were dark and stormy, with wind and rain howling and hammering along the street outside. The wind was violent at times, and once he heard a pane of glass break somewhere at the back of the house, but did not bother to go and look. It did not matter. Nothing mattered.”
— John Christopher, ‘Empty World’

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https://achrilock.com/2020/09/29/3847/

September 10, 2020 by achrilock

“Change the sponges in your mask before we go out. We do not know how long it will be before we can breathe good air again.”
— John Christopher, ‘The City of Gold and Lead’

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https://achrilock.com/2020/09/10/3298/

August 24, 2020 by achrilock

“I reminded myself of something else—of what I had thought as I lay in bed, recovering from the fever. That nothing mattered, nothing was of value, without a mind that challenged and inquired.”
— John Christopher, ‘The White Mountains’

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https://achrilock.com/2020/08/24/2766/

August 9, 2020 by achrilock

“In a normal law-abiding world it’s better to toe the line, and come to heel when the man in uniform calls you. But that world’s gone, for the time being at least. From now on it’s safer to follow Martha’s policy—turn a blind eye and put your foot down.”
— John Christopher, ‘When the Tripods Came’

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https://achrilock.com/2020/08/09/2268/

June 11, 2020 by achrilock

“I remembered that lemmings went in for mass migrations. They wound up in the sea.”
— John Christopher, ‘When the Tripods Came’

https://achrilock.com/2020/06/11/600/

May 22, 2020 by achrilock

“... there were too many ifs.”
— John Christopher, ‘Wild Jack’

https://achrilock.com/2020/05/22/74/