Nobody loves only once.

They wouldn't tell Scipio how much of the counterfeit cash was left since, as Riccio put it, 'You're a detective now, after all.

I will try to write books until I drop dead.

Everyone is small at night.

Read – and be curious. And if somebody says to you: 'Things are this way. You can't change it' - don't believe a word.

Because fear kills everything," Mo had once told her. "Your mind, your heart, your imagination.

It's a cruel world, don't you think?