James Herriot was born 3 October 1916, and died 23 February 1995.
- Cats are connoisseurs of comfort.
- I have felt cats rubbing their faces against mine and touching my cheek with claws carefully sheathed. These things, to me, are expressions of love.
- I love writing about my job because I loved it, and it was a particularly interesting one when I was a young man. It was like holidays with pay to me.
- For years I used to bore my wife over lunch with stories about funny incidents.
- I became a connoisseur of that nasty thud a manuscript makes when it comes through the letter box.
- If a farmer calls me to a sick animal, he couldn’t care less if I were George Bernard Shaw.
- That quotation about not having time to stand and stare has never applied to me. I seem to have spent a good part of my life – probably too much – in just standing and staring and I was at it again this morning.
James Herriot was a British veterinary surgeon and writer. He used his experiences as a vet to write a series of books of stories about animals and their owners, referred to collectively as All Creatures Great and Small.
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