Inside every fat man, there's a thin man trying to get out.

Death is the same for the one who dies.

Was it fate? Was it destiny?" "I think it was Alan Blunt.

…my life has been a remarkable one. Maybe one day someone will write a book about me . . .” "I’ve never much cared for horror stories.

All that sadness. All that anger. It is the smoke that gets into your eyes. If you do not blow it away, how can you hope to see?

Until he lost all his money, my father was a successful north London Jewish businessman. He was unusual among his immediate family in that he was enormously cultured and had an incredible library.

To enjoy something fully, you had to own it.