Jasper Fforde
Jasper Fforde
Jasper Ffordeis a British novelist. Fforde's first novel, The Eyre Affair, was published in 2001. Fforde is mainly known for his Thursday Next novels, although he has written two books in the loosely connected Nursery Crime series and has begun two more independent series, The Last Dragonslayer and Shades of Grey...
NationalityBritish
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth11 January 1961
hands detection firearms
Literary detection and firearms don't really go hand in hand; pen mighter than the sword and so forth.
evil knows know-how
True and baseless evil is as rare as the purest good--and we all know how rare that is...
real odor might
Apart from the faint odor of ink that pervaded the scene, it might have been real.
long-ago long flavor
Death, I had discovered long ago, was available in varying flavors, and none of them particularly palatable.
Dead. Never been that before. Not even once.
sorry overwhelming-desire long
Sorry," [Hamlet] said, rubbing his temples. "I don't know what came over me. All of a sudden I had this overwhelming desire to talk for a very long time without actually doing anything.
majesty verbs sentences
Her majesty is one verb short of a sentence.
book assuming academic
I still feel threatened by academics, but my books have a lot of academic in-jokes and everybody assumes I went to university and studied English.
children pieces literature
Mr. McGregor's a nasty piece of work, isn't he? Quite the Darth Vader of children's literature.
light poetry mind
Whereas story is processed in the mind in a straightforward manner, poetry bypasses rational thought and goes straight to the limbic system and lights it up like a brushfire. It's the crack cocaine of the literary world.
believe ifs
I shouldn't believe anything I say, if I were you-and that includes what I just told you.
mother oedipus knows
I got Oedipus off the incest charge--technicality, of course--he didn't know it was his mother at the time.
fun fiction share
Fiction wouldn't be much fun without its fair share of scoundrels, and they have to live somewhere.
wall reality entertainment
Reality TV was to me the worst form of entertainment--the modern equivalent of paying sixpence to watch lunatics howling at the wall down at the local madhouse.