I went to London because, for me, it was the home of literature. I went there because of Dickens and Shakespeare.

I went to London because, for me, it was the home of literature. I went there because of Dickens and Shakespeare. No, let's say Shakespeare and Dickens, to get them in the right order.

(from his random observations after reading David Copperfield by Charles Dickens)

In the Old Curiosity Shop I discovered that in the character of Dick Swiveller, Dickens provided P.G. Wodehouse with pretty much the whole of his oeuvre. In David Copperfield, David's bosses Spenlow and Jorkins are what must be the earliest fictional representations of good cop/bad cop.

To anyone who is homeless, I say, find a home.

I nearly fell asleep over Dickens in English. Mind you, he's snoozeworthy at the best of times.

Home can be the friend you have been searching for all your life or the person you met once very briefly.