Using insult instead of argument is the sign of a small mind.

I took to the Bodleian Library as to a lover and ... would sit long hours in Bodley's arms, to emerge, blinking and dazed with the smell and feel of all those books.

...but somehow the madness around me and the turmoil I carried within myself acted as counterweights, and I survived in the centre.

My God...it can think.

You cannot help being a female, and I should be something of a fool were I to discount your talents merely because of their housing.

But a topee is not a turban, and I had been my teacher's pupil before I became my husband's wife, learning to my bones that half a disguise is none at all...The moment my short-cropped, pomade-sleek, unquestionably masculine hair passed beneath his nose was the closest thing I've ever seen Holmes to fainting dead away.

I slept in the bedroom used by Sabine Baring-Goulds wife when I was researching The Moor, and later the Jamaica Inn on Bodmin Moor.