What makes me really happy is a walk in the English countryside. A nice sunset, that British countryside - it means I'm home.
The English tradition offers the great tapestry novel, where you have the emotional aspect of a detective's personal life, the circumstances of the crime and, most important, the atmosphere of the English countryside that functions as another character.
Society in the English countryside is still strangely, quaintly divided. If black comedy and a certain type of social commentary are what you want, I think English rural communities offer quite a lot of material.
People in the countryside carry a sense of dignity. They wear it, don't they? Like a badge? I'm being genuine.
I live in the English countryside, so I'm surrounded by magpies.
I loved the [English] countryside. I went to John Bonham's grave.
I grew up in the English countryside, raising ducks and chickens.
I am from the countryside, very rural countryside, and I moved to Tokyo when I was 18 and have been living first-ever since. So yes, I am a city guy, but sometimes I sort of feel there's another me in a parallel world, still in the countryside.
Only in the English countryside could violent death remain something that is 'cosy.'
If I'm in the English countryside and get on my bicycle, I see what sort of strange inbred rural locals I can snap.
It is this obsession with GDP and FDI growth and a facile belief that this growth in the GDP would trickle down to the poor as well, that has led to the neglect of the genuine concerns of the poor in the country.
For decades, as literary editor, I have followed the growth of our creative writing in English. In my Solidaridad Bookshop, half of my stock consists of Filipino books written in English and in the native languages.
[I]t is tragic that the forces for destruction that we unleashed are stronger than man's present ability to control them.
As a little girl living in the English countryside, I used to go running around in the forests, creating my own fairy tale.
Of course, the English countryside is completely artificial. It was naturally a forest; they chopped down the trees and made it into what it is now: really a beautiful country.
Bolshevism turns flourishing countryside into sinister wastes of ruins; National Socialism transforms a Reich of destruction and misery into a healthy state with a flourishing economic life.