But our waking life, and our growing years, were for the most part spent in the kitchen, and until we married, or ran away, it was the common room we…

- Laurie Lee

Effie M. was a monster. Six foot high and as strong as a farm horse.No sooner had she decided that she wanted UncleTom than she knocked him off his b…

- Laurie Lee

The prospect Smiler was a manic farmer. Few men I think can have been as unfortunate as he; for on the one hand he was a melancholic with a loathing …

- Laurie Lee

The Welsh are not like any other people in Britain, and they know how separate they are. They are the Celts, the tough little wine-dark race who were…

- Laurie Lee

Such a morning it is when love leans through geranium windows and calls with a cockerel's tongue. When red-haired girls scamper like roses over the r…

- Laurie Lee

It was a world that I wanted to record because it was such a miracle visitation to me.

- Laurie Lee

In America, even your menus have the gift of language.... The Chef's own Vienna Roast. A hearty, rich meat loaf, gently seasoned to perfection and se…

- Laurie Lee

At best, love is simply the slipping of a hand in another's, of knowing you are where you belong at last, and of exchanging through the eyes that all…

- Laurie Lee

We were living in the Slad Road when my father left us. I was about three.

- Laurie Lee