If I write that it was a cold day, you can be sure I know it was a cold day because Pepys told us.

I am re-reading Henry James as a change from history. I began with Daisy Miller, and I've just finished Washington Square. What a brilliant, painful book.

My mother, who was quite sharp when I was young, became utterly mild.

Ninety-seven is my lucky number.

People in my books tend to get their just deserts, even if not at the hands of the police.

King Charles II liked women's company and well as making love to them.

I hate the only one of my book jackets when I was made up professionally, my hair made into a smooth bell.