Avery Johnson Quotes

Avery had sixth and seventh and eighth senses and could tell more from the way someone stood or said "see you later" than Mel could if she stole the person's diary and read it cover to cover.

Acceptance is a word not in Delilah Johnson’s vocabulary,” Avery announced. “I’m sure you’ve noted why.” It was dawning on him. “Because she sees no difference. She doesn’t have to accept, because she doesn’t even begin to judge.” Avery nodded again. “She takes everyone just as they are. Even under frightening circumstances and even more frightening explanations, she took Abel’s side almost immediately. The power of that, Lucien, coupled with her capacity for love, loyalty, hope…There is nothing more powerful than that on the planet. Delilah is not all that we are. Delilah represents all that we can be.

Avery Johnson said to the others, “Are you kidding me? That’s her?!

Acceptance is a word not in Delilah Johnson’s vocabulary,” Avery announced. “I’m sure you’ve noted why.” It was dawning on him. “Because she sees no difference. She doesn’t have to accept, because she doesn’t even begin to judge.” Avery nodded again. “She takes everyone just as they are. Even under frightening circumstances and even more frightening explanations, she took Abel’s side almost immediately. The power of that, Lucien, coupled with her capacity for love, loyalty, hope…There is nothing more powerful than that on the planet. Delilah is not all that we are. Delilah represents all that we can be.

Look at us, we are the three Nina, Mel, and there’s Avery Shout it loud, then shout it louder Shout it out, Triangle Power!

SOMEONE GET HIM! AVERY! JOHNSON! WADSWORTH! WORTHINGTON! STOP THAT BOY!” But Avery, Johnson, Wadsworth, Waddington,

There was a particularly absurd scene one breakfast. Leiser raised the lid of a jam-pot, peered inside and, turning to Avery, asked, ‘Is this bee-honey?’ Johnson leant across the table, knife in one hand, bread and butter in the other. ‘We don’t say that, Fred. We just call it honey.’ ‘That’s right, honey. Bee-honey.’ ‘Just honey,’ Johnson repeated. ‘In England we just call it honey.’ Leiser carefully replaced the lid, pale with anger. ‘Don’t you tell me what to say.

Avery too had gone out alone. To Haldane he had said he was taking a walk, to Johnson that he was going to the cinema. Avery had a way of lying which defied rational explanation. He found himself drawn to the old places he had known; his college in the Turl; the bookshops, pubs and libraries. The term was just ending. Oxford had a smell of Christmas about it, and acknowledged it with prudish ill will, dressing the shop windows with last year’s tinsel.