Honest men live on charity in their age; the almshouses are full of men who never stole a copper penny. Honest men are the fools and the saints.

Are we not all desperate one way or another?

At 8, I made a pact with God.

Reading, not just an escape, but an exercise in living.

Character, I am sure, lies in the genes.

I have thought that I have seen ghosts on many occasions.

One of my grandsons used to insist, when he was only 3 or 4, that he had been born and had lived in India