A lady cannot be blamed if a master criminal takes a fancy to her.

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

In the silence I heard Bastet, who had retreated under the bed, carrying on a mumbling, profane monologue. (If you ask how I knew it was profane, I presume you have never owned a cat.)

Nothing looks as self-satisfied as a contented cat.

Getting an idea for a book is not the problem, but you need 300 ideas - an idea a page.

I can do a book in three months if I spend all day, seven days a week at it and, in fact, I work better that way.

Superstition has its practical uses.