He hesitated for a moment. Then he said softly, "I love you, Mother." He took my hand and kissed it, and folded my fingers round the stem of the rose. He had stripped it of its thorns.

The way to get on with a cat is to treat it as an equal - or even better, as the superior it knows itself to be.

The trouble with unknown enemies is that they are so difficult to identify.

Reputations are shaped not by facts but by prejudices.

I do, however, think it would be difficult to write books I don't like to read.

It was hate at first sight, clean, pure and strong as grain alcohol.

I sometimes wonder what it would be like to be the respected patriarch of an ordinary English family." "Very boring, Emerson.