Rumpole, you must move with the times." "If I don't like the way the times are moving, I shall refuse to accompany them.

I suppose that writers should, in a way, feel flattered by the censorship laws. They show a primitive fear and dread at the fearful magic of print.

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

The only rule I have found to have any validity in writing is not to bore yourself.

I'd been told of all the things you're meant to feel when your father dies. Sudden freedom, growing up, the end of dependence, the step into the sunlight when no one is taller than you and you're in no one's shadow. I know what I felt. Lonely.

All the flower children were as alike as a congress of accountants and about as interesting.

My father, to whom I owe so much, never told me the difference between right and wrong; now I think that's why I remain so greatly in his debt.