Welcome to the website of Jonathan Nicholas, Author.
"Writing is marvellously private, if you want it to be; it is absolute discipline,drudgery,and joy. It is observation,words,economy,truth,technique and passion..." Dirk Bogarde, 28th March 1993
"...being in love has two sides to it; one of complete and bewildering beauty, and the other of angry pain and soul tearing misery."
Dirk Bogarde 20th October 1945
" The more written, the more seems to remain to be written; and the night cometh. I realise that these hopes and plans,except possibly to the extent of a volume or two,must remain unfulfilled..."
"I lingered around them,under that benign sky; watched the moths fluttering among the heath and harebells,listened to the soft wind breathing through the grass, and wondered how anyone could ever imagine unquiet slumbers for the sleepers in that quiet earth."
Emily Bronte, 'Wuthering Heights'
"A fond kiss,and then we sever. But to see her was to love her. Love but her, and love forever. Had we never loved so kindly, had we never loved so blindly, never met - or never parted, we had never been broken-hearted."
" The ice in my whiskey chinks, almost convincing me with the serenity of its delicate sound that there is nothing for me to do, or nothing which has to be done."
"...her smimmed milk pallor etched with a tracery of bluish-purple veins;the toenails sticking out of her flat navy sandals are ridged like limpet shells,the skin of the heels is cracked like old cheese."
Jane Shilling, 'The Stranger in the Mirror'
"...with a light American accent and a strikingly ambivalent alloy of diffidence with determination - sometimes seeming anxious to defer; then unexpectedly firm,even with a hint of imperiousness."
"...threads of memory - tumbled into a mixed ball of silks."
"I seized on the joy of so erotic a thing as a man's immobility in the moment of power, his tremendous stillness inside me. This was infinitely tender, this homage to me, even as if he had become helpless in my service. Then I knew that I, with the first movement I made, would take him."
From: 'The Day We Had Hitler Home' by Rodney Hall
"I walk up to my square;sunlight freckling through the plane trees.But no dogs leaping an idiot welcome,no scent of freshly cut hay,no scuttering lizards on stone walls. No voice from the terrace calling: 'Were the London papers in yet?' Emptiness sings. Perfectly all right. No problem. How the hell did I get here?"
Dirk Bogarde, 30th September 1990.
"But I have found that I still possess the will to write, as well as the indispensible thing for any writer, the avid need to read."
Christopher Hitchens, 'Hitch-22'.
"I think it is braver to hope. It's a risk,having faith,yes. You may say, I refuse to believe what I cannot test. So be it. But the big decisions in life are like that. You can never know in advance the facts that would make your decision the right one under the circumstances. That applies to the decision to marry, to have a child, to start a business, or to write a symphony..."
Chief Rabbi Jonathan Sacks, 'The Spectator', 2nd July 2011.
"Life is one long struggle to accept that life will end. With me it's hotel rooms: every time I leave one for the final time a small wave of sadness washes over me. Nothing to do with the room itself: it can have been the grottiest,most uncomfortable hotel in the world. Rather it's that a 'last' is announcing itself. Not many do. But leaving a hotel room, you know that you will never return to it. Your journey, your life, is continuing, and it only ever goes in one direction."
Mark Mason, 'The Spectator' , 20th July 2013