He..." Richard began. "The marquis. Well, you know, to be honest, he seems a little bit dodgy to me." Door stopped. The steps dead-ended in a rough brick wall. "Mm," she agreed. "He's a little bit dodgy in the same way that rats are a little bit covered in fur.

That's sexism, that is. Going around giving people girly presents just because they're a girl.

I like reading. I prefer not reading on my computer, because that makes whatever I am reading feel like work. I do not mind reading on my iPad.

Chicago happened slowly, like a migraine. First they were driving through countryside, then, imperceptibly, the occasional town became a low suburban sprawl, and the sprawl became the city.

I found English to be a sort of Thomas Hardy aversion therapy.

"Death's a capricious thing, innit?" "Yes. Yes, she is."

You don’t want to ask after the health of anyone, if you’re a funeral director. They think maybe you’re scouting for business.