I've never really liked the Yanks. ... You can't trust people who pick up the ball all the time when they play football.

His sister had been sent down to the village to ask Mistress Garlick the witch how you stopped spelling recommendation.

Some shadows are so long, they arrive before the light.

What I've always said was, hang in there, let me write what I want to write, and you'll probably like it.

... when your name is really and truly Percy Blakeney, pronounced 'Black-knee', and you still have bad acne in your twenties, you accept Pimple as a nickname and are grateful that it wasn't anything worse.

Chain-mail isn't much defence against an arrow. It certainly isn't when the arrow is being aimed between your eyes.

This is where the gods play games with the lives of men, on a board which is at one and the same time a simple playing area and the whole world. And Fate always wins.