…you guessed that somewhere, in heaven knew what country and what guise, there was someone who was part of your body and your brain, and that without him you were lost, a straw blown by the wind.

What about the hero of The House on the Strand? What did it mean when he dropped the telephone at the end of the book? I don't really know, but I rather think he was going to be paralysed for life. Don't you?

We're not meant for happiness, you and I.

He stole horses' you'll say to yourself, 'and he didn't care for women; and but for my pride I'd have been with him now.

We are all ghosts of yesterday, and the phantom of tomorrow awaits us alike in sunshine or in shadow, dimly perceived at times, never entirely lost.

Life and death do not wait for legal action.

People who travel are always fugitives.