The law seems like a sort of maze through which a client must be led to safety, a collection of reefs, rocks, and underwater hazards through which he or she must be piloted.

We don't know much about the human conscience, except that it is soluble in alcohol.

I suppose true sexual equality will come when a general called Anthea is found having an unwise lunch with a young, unreliable model from Spain.

We may not be the creme de la creme, but we are the creme de la scum.

I had inherited what my father called the art of the advocate, or the irritating habit of looking for the flaw in any argument.

No brilliance is needed in the law. Nothing but common sense, and relatively clean finger nails.

When... I told my father I wanted to be a writer, he had asked me to consider my unfortunate wife, who would have me about the house all day 'wearing a dressing gown, brewing tea and stumped for words'.