If you had enough money, you could hardly commit crimes at all. You just perpetrated amusing little peccadilloes.

WHERE'S MY COW? ARE YOU MY COW?

If you have to look along the shaft of an arrow from the wrong end, if a man has you entirely at his mercy, then hope like hell that man is an evil man. Because the evil like power... they will talk, they will gloat. So hope like hell your captor is an evil man. A good man will kill you with hardly a word.

I like being a writer.

Building a temple didn't mean you believed in gods, it just meant you believed in architecture.

There is a soak-the-rich attitude in the air, a feeling that if you have a lot of money you must have got it by some ghastly means. I can quite happily say there was never any family money. All the money we got was mine, just from writing books.

The significant owl hoots in the night.