David Mitchell
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David Mitchell
English stand up comedian and half of the comedy duo Mitchell and Webb, alongside Robert Webb. He is best known for starring in and writing the Channel 4 series Peep Show, for which he won the British Academy Television Award for Best Comedy Performance in 2009. He has also written and starred in several sketch shows including The Mitchell and Webb Situation, That Mitchell and Webb Sound and, That Mitchell and Webb Look.
NationalityEnglish
ProfessionComedian
Date of Birth14 July 1974
CitySalisbury, England
Dreams are shores where the ocean of spirit meets the land of matter. Dreams are beaches where the yet-to-be, the once-were, the will-never-be may walk awhile with the still are.
I remain thankful to God for all his mercies.
I'm not from a milieu where high-register language or philosophical ideas were welcome.
Writing is probably one-fifth coming up with the stuff, and four-fifths self-editing again and again and again.
A life can get knocked into a new orbit by a car crash, a lottery win or just a bleary-eyed consultant giving bad news in a calm voice.
For me, novels coalesce into being, rather than arrive fully formed.
I can write pretty much anywhere.
What do I miss? Second-hand bookshops where I can find things I had no idea I wanted. AbeBooks helps, but it doesn't have that smell.
Dreams are all I have ever truly owned.
When I think about it, I'm happily bewildered that people will preorder my books They'll preorder me. What a lucky guy!
The mind abhors a vacancy & is wont to people it with phantoms.
It's a small world. It keeps recrossing itself.
The uncreated and the dead exist solely in our actual and virtual pasts.
Strip back the beliefs pasted on by governesses, schools, and states, you find indelible truths at one's core. Rome'll decline and fall again, Cortés'll lay Tenochtitlán to waste again, and later, Ewing will sail again, Adrian'll be blown to pieces again, you and I'll sleep under the Corsican stars again, I'll come to Bruges again, fall in and out of love with Eva again, you'll read this letter again, the sun'll grow cold again. Nietzsche's gramophone record. When it ends, the Old One plays it again, for an eternity of eternities.