I suppose I'd have to say that my favourite author is Homer. After Homer's Ilaid, I'd name The Odyssey, and then I'd mention a number of plays of Euripides.

Fancy thinking the Beast was something you could hunt and kill! You knew, didn’t you? I’m part of you? Close, close, close! I’m the reason why it’s no go? Why things are what they are?

For a small island [Great Britain], the place is remarkably diverse.

Life's scientific, but we don't know, do we? Not certainly, I mean.

I hope my books make statements about our general condition.

He lost himself in a maze of thoughts that were rendered vague by his lack of words to express them. Frowning, he tried again.

The skull regarded Ralph like one who knows all the answers and won't tell.