Agents and publishers only want one thing - good writing.

History has rewritten itself so many times I'm not really sure how it was to begin with -- it's a bit like trying to guess the original color of a wall when it's been repainted eight times.

The barriers between reality and fiction are softer than we think; a bit like a frozen lake. Hundreds of people can walk across it, but then one evening a thin spot develops and someone falls through; the hole is frozen over by the following morning.

I don't need you to agree with me," she said quietly." I'll go away happy with a little bit of doubt. Doubt is good. It's an emotion we can build on. Perhaps if we feed it with curiosity it will blossom into something useful, like suspicion - and action.

If you expect me to believe that a lawyer wrote A Midsummer Night's Dream, I must be dafter than I look.

I shouldn't believe anything I say, if I were you-and that includes what I just told you.

Apart from the faint odor of ink that pervaded the scene, it might have been real.