That was my nature - going from temptation after temptation, not to sin, but to be redeemed.

He was so excited by this little bit of intelligence that he might have gone off, perplexed, pondering for a long time. It was like reading a wonderful sentence in a book, and not being able to continue because so many possibilities were crowding his mind.

I like mainly to be invisible, to sort of drift around unseen in the world.

...what was the good of being a movie werewolf? You howled at the moon; you couldn't remember what you did, and then somebody shot you.

And when a strong man is sweet, even Goddesses look down from Mount Olympus.

I read The Old Curiosity Shop before I began Blackwood Farm. I was amazed at the utter madness in that book.

How pathetic it is to describe these things which can't truly be described.