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

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

- 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

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

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

- 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

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