He'd been wrong, there was a light at the end of the tunnel, and it was a flamethrower.

If you were going to be successful in the world of crime, you needed a reputation for honesty.

They think written words are even more powerful,’ whispered the toad. ‘They think all writing is magic. Words worry them. See their swords? They glow blue in the presence of lawyers.

Oh, there's plenty of reasons. I just don't know which one.

I intend, before the endgame looms, to die sitting in a chair in my own garden with a glass of brandy in my hand and Thomas Tallis on the iPod. Oh, and since this is England, I had better add, "If wet, in the library." Who could say that this is bad?

I don't think about the end game. I've got lots to occupy my mind. It's the rage that keeps me going.

The second mouse gets the cheese!