I know nothing about pistols and revolvers, which is why I usually kill off my characters with a blunt instrument or better with poisons. Besides, poisons are neat and clean and really exciting... I do not think I could look a really ghastly mangled body in the face. It is the means that I am interested in. I do not usually describe the end, which is often a corpse.

What good is money if it can't buy happiness?

I live now on borrowed time, waiting in the anteroom for the summons that will inevitably come. And then - I go on to the next thing, whatever it is. One doesn't, luckily, have to bother about that.

Very unfortunately, she had no husband. She had never had a husband, and therefore did not kill a husband.

It is clear that the books owned the shop rather than the other way about. Everywhere they had run wild and taken possession of their habitat, breeding and multiplying, and clearly lacking any strong hand to keep them down.

The trouble with you and me, is that we don't live in the real world. We dream of fantastic things that may never happen.

I'm afraid of death... Yes, but that doesn't stop death coming.