Oh-do be careful with that! That's my Buddha hand grenade. Twist the head twice and throw it and anyone within ten yards can say their prayers.

Do you realise how much trouble you're in?" "Perhaps I'll have some Weetabix after all.

You can kiss me if you like," she said. Alex let go of her and turned away. "Thanks, Fiona," he said. "But frankly I'd prefer to kiss the horse.

I vividly remember being 14. That was the age when I started to get happy: I started being a writer and stopped being a loser.

He had tattooed all of the names of the men he had killed on his body...unfortunately he had run out of room.

Smiling back at her, it occurs to me that I've never met a mean librarian.

You must do what you want.