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There is a particular pleasure in coming to a city at night, in the dark, with no idea of how it looks until you wake the next morning and step out onto the streets, into which — deprived of the gradual acclimatization of arrival — you feel suddenly thrust.
https://www.nytimes.com/2018/02/14/magazine/a-literary-road-trip-into-the-heart-of-russia.html
Achievement is talent plus preparation.
Outliers: The Story of Success by Malcolm Gladwell
Ten thousand hours is the magic number of greatness.
Outliers: The Story of Success by Malcolm Gladwell
There is complexity, autonomy, and a relationship between effort and reward in doing creative work, and that’s worth more to most of us than money.
Outliers: The Story of Success by Malcolm Gladwell
Practice isn’t the thing you do once you’re good. It’s the thing you do that makes you good.
Outliers: The Story of Success by Malcolm Gladwell
In a pub I asked what kind of sandwiches they had. ‘Ham and cheese,’ the man said. ‘Oh, yes please,’ I said. ‘Yes please what?’ he said. ‘Yes please, ham and cheese,’ I said, but with less confidence. ‘No, it’s ham or cheese,’ he explained. ‘You don’t do them both together?’ ‘No.’ ‘Oh,’ I said, surprised, then leaned towards him and in a low, confidential tone said: ‘Why not? Too flavourful?’ He stared at me.
The Road to Little Dribbling: More Notes From a Small Island (Bryson) by Bill Bryson
One or two adventurous entrepreneurs had opened pound stores or betting shops, and a few charities had taken over other abandoned premises, but on the whole Eastleigh seemed to be a place where you could either have a cup of coffee or sit and watch pigeons defecate.
The Road to Little Dribbling: More Notes From a Small Island (Bryson) by Bill Bryson
My family tell me that you can’t dislike people just because they have gel in their hair, but I think it is as good a reason as any.
The Road to Little Dribbling: More Notes From a Small Island (Bryson) by Bill Bryson
A writer for the Illustrated London News insisted that people ‘enjoyed being close to busy traffic’ and cited the new Spaghetti Junction interchange in Birmingham as a place made lively and colourful by its infusion of speeding vehicles.
The Road to Little Dribbling: More Notes From a Small Island (Bryson) by Bill Bryson
In any case, his [Luftwaffe pilot] tumbling bomb scored a direct hit – a perfect, obliterating hit – on my father-in-law’s house. Luckily, no one was in at the time, so no one was injured, but the family lost everything and had to be rehoused. Thanks to his changed circumstances my father-in-law met a girl whom he would not otherwise have met, and in the fullness of time they married and produced two children, one of whom grew up and married me. So the direction of my life, not to mention the very existence of my children and grandchildren and whoever else follows, is directly consequent upon a German bomb that fell randomly on Wraysbury on a summer’s evening long ago.
The Road to Little Dribbling: More Notes From a Small Island (Bryson) by Bill Bryson
I read once that the furthest distance the average American will walk without getting into a car is six hundred feet, and I fear the modern British have become much the same, except that on the way back to the car the British will drop some rubbish and get a tattoo.
The Road to Little Dribbling: More Notes From a Small Island (Bryson) by Bill Bryson
I think many men of a certain age will nod in agreement when I say there is a real satisfaction when you wear something out and can finally discard it – a feeling of a job well done.
The Road to Little Dribbling: More Notes From a Small Island (Bryson) by Bill Bryson
Goodness knows what those seagulls eat, but it certainly keeps them regular.
The Road to Little Dribbling: More Notes From a Small Island (Bryson) by Bill Bryson
Out of the corner of my eye I noticed a little oik of a kid about thirteen years old in a Chelsea shirt sitting at a bus stop eating a bag of crisps. When I came back a few minutes later, the boy was gone and the crisp packet was on the ground. There was a bin three feet away. It occurred to me, not for the first time, that if Britain is ever to sort itself out, it is going to require a lot of euthanasia.
The Road to Little Dribbling: More Notes From a Small Island (Bryson) by Bill Bryson
The RNLI […] is an organisation run by volunteers, supported entirely by public donations. It maintains 233 stations around the coast of Britain and averages twenty-two call-outs per day. It saves 350 lives a year on average. There are times when Britain is the most wonderful country in the world – genuinely the most wonderful. This was one of them.
These days, Britain makes Rolls-Royce jet engines and all the little pots of marmalade in the world, but that’s about it, as far as I can tell.
The Road to Little Dribbling: More Notes From a Small Island (Bryson) by Bill Bryson
If the outcome [HS2] were something truly marvellous, then perhaps that would be a justifiable price to pay [£55.7 billion], but a fast train to Birmingham is never going to be marvellous. The best it can ever be is a fast train to Birmingham.
The Road to Little Dribbling: More Notes From a Small Island (Bryson) by Bill Bryson
