This was like July 13th, 1943, the pivotal day of the Battle of the Kursk. We were like Alexander Vasilevsky, the Soviet general. If we attacked now, this minute, we had to keep on and on attacking until the enemy was run off his feet and the war was won. If we bogged down or paused for breath even for a second, we would be overrun again.

Now they broke my toothbrush, I don't own anything.

Never forget a Favor, Never forgive a Slight!

Everything you could want - action, suspense, character and setting, all floating on the easy lyricism of a fine writer at the top of his game.

Writing is showbusiness for shy people. That's how I see it.

I think my books come out very visual, which is an obvious consequence.

Printing currency for foreigners to buy is the best racket a government can get into.