Writing is a great comfort to people like me, who are unsure of themselves and have trouble expressing themselves properly.

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.

Everyone is a potential murderer-in everyone there arises from time to time thewish to kill-though not the will to kill.

Mr. Jesmond made a peculiar noise rather like a hen who has decided to lay an egg and then thought better of it.

I've a theory that one can always get anything one wants if one will pay the price. And do you know what the price is, nine times out of ten? Compromise.

Achievement brings with it its own anticlimax.

She was a lucky woman who had established a happy knack of writing what quite a lot of people wanted to read.