I therefore invite you all," Mr Fox went on, 'to stay here with me for ever.' For ever!' they cried. 'My goodness! How marvellous!' And Rabbit said to Mrs Rabbit, 'My dear, just think! We're never going to be shot again in our lives!' We will make,' said Mr Fox, 'a little underground village, with streets and houses on each side - seperate houses for Badgers and Moles and Rabbits and Weasels and Foxes. And every day I will go shopping for you all. And every day we will eat like kings.' The cheering that followed this speech went on for many minutes.

I doubt I would have written a line ... unless some minor tragedy had sort of twisted my mind out of the normal rut.

To shipbrokers, coal was black gold.

I don't care if a reader hates one of my stories, just as long as he finishes the book.

Sex is like nose picking. It's fine as long as you practice it yourself, but it's disgusting watching someone else doing it.

Two wrongs don't make a right.

I understand what you're saying, and your comments are valuable, but I'm gonna ignore your advice.