London Rules Quotes

“He eyed her critically. "You look like all your birthdays came at once."
"I look happy to you?"
"No, old. Am I the only one round here speaks English?”
― Mick Herron, London Rules

“One of the unforeseen consequences of Brexit, reflected Whelan, was that it had elevated to positions of undue prominence any number of nasty little toerags. Ah well. The people had spoken.”
― Mick Herron, London Rules

“When he’d joined the Service he’d been in Psych Eval, which had involved evaluating operational strategies for psychological impact – on targets as well as agents – but had also meant carrying out individual assessments; who was stressed, who’d benefit from a change of routine, and who was a psychopath. Every organisation had a few, usually at management level, and it was handy to know who they were in case there was an emergency, or an office party.”
― Mick Herron, London Rules

“Circles were traditionally vicious. Catherine suspected other shapes had teeth too, but better PR.”
― Mick Herron, London Rules

“Noon comes with bells on, because this is London, and London is a city of bells. From its heart to its ragged edges, they bisect the day in a jangle of sound: peals and tinkles and deep bass knells. They ring from steeples and clocktowers, from churches and town halls, in an overlapping celebration of the everyday fact that time passes.”
― Mick Herron, London Rules

“you're all crazy," Flyte said.
"we prefer the term"Alternatively sane".”
― Mick Herron, London Rules

“Thus was born the Service Archive, a ‘tool for correlating current events with historical precedents’, which would be of incalculable strategic use assuming it was ever actually operational. Currently, though, its status was not dissimilar to that of countless other Civil Service projects, in that its existence had been ordained, the process for bringing it into being had been set in motion, and it would thus continue gestating until it was officially put a stop to, despite having long been forgotten about by everyone concerned in its conception.”
― Mick Herron, London Rules

“When dusk at last comes it comes from the corners, where it’s been waiting all day and seeps through Slough House the way ink seeps through water; first casting tendrils, then becoming smoky black cloud and at last being everywhere, the way it always wants to be. Its older brother night has broader footfall, louder voice, but dusk is the family sneak, a hoarder of secrets. In each of the offices it prowls by the walls, licking the skirting boards, testing the pipes and out on the landings it fondles doorknobs, slips through keyholes, and is content. It leans hard against the front door – which never opens, never closes –and pushes softly on the back, which james in all weathers; it presses down on every stair at once, making none of them creak, and peers through both sides of each window. In locked drawers it hunts for its infant siblings, and with everyone it finds it grows a little darker. Dusk is a temporary creature, and always has been. The faster it feeds, the sooner it yields to the night.”
― Mick Herron, London Rules

“There was a story doing the rounds that the list of questions traditionally asked of head injury victims, to check for concussion - what's the date, where do you live, who is the Prime Minister? - had had to be amended in light of the current incumbents turn your, as the widespread disbelief but he was still in office was producing a rash of false positives.”
― Mick Herron, London Rules

“hate crime pollutes the soul, but only the souls of those who commit it”
― Mick Herron, London Rules

“But thanks for the mansplanation, Cartwright,” Lamb said. He looked at Louisa. “Mansplaining is when a man tells a woman something she already knows in a patronising, condescending manner,” he said, slowly and clearly. “Thanks.” “Do you need me to repeat that?” “No, I’m good.” “Excellent.”
― Mick Herron, London Rules

“Number Ten was a warren, as if an architect had been collecting corridors and decided to use them all up at once.”
― Mick Herron, London Rules

“It was funny, if tiresome, how self-appointed rebels always believed themselves to have ploughed their own”
― Mick Herron, London Rules

“State education was for chemists and the grubbier sort of poet.”
― Mick Herron, London Rules

“Well, I personally don’t plan to do much. But if you think our little gang of Jason Stillborns’ll pass up the chance to mount their own private op, you’ve forgotten what testosterone smells like. I’ve already had Dander in here wanting to know if she can have a gun.”
― Mick Herron, London Rules

“Because these were also rules: sound like you know more than you can say; act like you’ll do more than you intend. And when campaigning, lie your head off – the referendum’s other great legacy.”
― Mick Herron, London Rules

“Flyte thought for a while, then settled on a one-size-fits-all response. “Shit.”
― Mick Herron, London Rules

“There are worse things an alcoholic can have on her hands than time, but not many.”
― Mick Herron, London Rules

“No, why, are you their new stepmum?” Lamb said, “Well, this is going well.” He swung his feet to the floor, with an agility that surprised no one bar Emma Flyte. “But I’m overdue for a Donald. You lot squabble amongst yourselves.” He stole Catherine’s newspaper on his way out. “. . . Donald?” Flyte looked disturbed, more at Lamb’s expression than his sudden departure from her custody. “Trump,” Louisa explained. “Thank God for that. I thought he meant Duck.”
― Mick Herron, London Rules

“You’re all crazy,” Flyte said. “We prefer the term alternatively sane.”
― Mick Herron, London Rules

“We are talking about a bunch of mindless bottom feeders who is general ignorance of a way of life is tempered only by their indifference to human suffering, we are all agreed on that?"
"Is this the politicians all the killers?"
"good point, but I meant the killers.”
― Mick Herron, London Rules

“Yes yes yes, we'll get the grammar police onto her first thing. Do they have actual powers of arrest, do you think? Or will they just hang her from the nearest participle?”
― Mick Herron, London Rules

“Having clean hands was an unusual criterion for the role, but his predecessor’s shenanigans had ensured that, on this occasion at least, it was politic.”
― Mick Herron, London Rules

“Conspiracy theory is bloomed at the rate of one hundred and forty characters a second.”
― Mick Herron, London Rules

“So the PM's tame Muslim celebrity turns out to be what we're not allowed to say is usually found lurking in the woodpile, and the man responsible for establishing said Muslim's credentials has fallen down on the job. The PM does rather seem to have be lacking in judgement, doesn't he?"
   "Almost as if a replacement were called for."
   "And who better than the hero of the referendum? Darling, happy endings are so rare in politics. This one will be celebrated for years."
   Like other newspaper columnists, like other politicians, they genuinely thought themselves beloved.”
― Mick Herron, London Rules

“Lamb had known where he hid his spare keys: in an envelope secured to the underside of his desk. “The second most obvious place,” Lamb called it, the first being if Ho had just Sellotaped them to his forehead”
― Mick Herron, London Rules

“Currently, though, its status was not dissimilar to that of countless other Civil Service projects, in that its existence had been ordained, the process for bringing it into being had been set in motion, and it would thus continue gestating until it was officially put a stop to, despite it having long been forgotten about by everyone concerned in its conception.”
― Mick Herron, London Rules

“Ethical behaviour’s like a vajazzle on a nun. Pretty to picture, but who really benefits?”
― Mick Herron, London Rules

“Molly Doran—how she guarded her fiefdom like a lioness its kill—and she had always encouraged them, because there’s nothing Spook Street enjoys more than a legend, unless it’s a myth. The distance between the two was paper thin; the exact space between one’s last breath and the next thing.”
― Mick Herron, London Rules

“Traffic was light. London wore its evening gown: glittering sequins and overstuffed purse. Some nights it looked like an empress in rags. Tonight it was a bag lady in designer clothes.”
― Mick Herron, London Rules