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A German philosopher once wrote that he who fights monsters must take care that he doesn't become one himself.

Alan Blunt got in touch with me and asked me to put you up here for the rest of the week, to pretend that you're my son. I have to say, you don't look anything like me." "I don't look anything like myself either," Alex said.

Alex decided he’d had enough. He put down his knife. “All right,” he said. “You’ve made it pretty clear that you don’t want to work with me. Well, that’s fine. Because I don’t want to work with you either. And for what it’s worth, nobody would ever believe you were my mom because no mom would ever behave like you.” “Alex…,” Carver began. “Forget it! I’m going back to London. And if you’re Mr. Byrne asks why, you can tell him I didn’t like the jelly, so I went home to get some jam.

All that sadness. All that anger. It is the smoke that gets into your eyes. If you do not blow it away, how can you hope to see?

Authors have odd relationships with their creations They owe their fame and fortune to their characters but feel enslaved by them.

But then, he thought, most politicians are small and shabby, the sort of people who have been bullied at school. That's why they become politicians.

Childhood, after all, is the first precious coin that poverty steals from a child.

Freedom of speech is a fundamental human right.

He had followed the trail left by a dead man. It was only now that he realized it might lead only to a grave.

He hadn't done anything. He hadn't needed to. Just being there was enough.

He had tattooed all of the names of the men he had killed on his body...unfortunately he had run out of room.

He looked from the phone to the unconscious figure of the Salesman. "What did you do to him?" he asked. "He got the wrong number," Alex said.

He was a commander in the Russian army at a time when the Russians were our enemies and still part of the Soviet Union . This wasn't very long ago, Alex.The collapse of communism. It was only in 1989 that the Berlin Wall came down." She stopped. "I suppose none of this means very much to you." "Well, it wouldn't," Alex said. "I was only two years old.

I didn't set fire to the building." "No, but you did pull it into the river." "That put the fire out!

I don't know what I'd do without you. There's no one else to look after me. And it's not just that. I sometimes think you're the only person who really knows me. I only feel normal when I'm with you.

I don't think my father was a bad man, all in all.

If this is what you do to the winner, I'd hate to see how you treat the runner up.

I have a couple of questions," he said. "Do, please, go ahead." "My first one is for Yassen Gregorovich." He turned to the Russian. "Why are you working for this lunatic?" "I sometimes think that I was richer when I was eight years old than most people will be in their lifetime!" "Do we have to listen to this?" Alex asked.

I hear it still. As I lay down my pen and take to my bed, I am aware of the bow being drawn across the bridge and the music rises into the night sky. It is far away and barely audible - but there it is! A pizzicato. Then a tremelo. The style is unmistakable. It is Sherlock Holmes who is playing. It must be. I hope with all my heart that he is playing for me . . .

I love the idea that magic and witchcraft and battles between supernatural creatures could be raging all around us but just out of our sight.

I love writing different things.

I'm not very good at creating worlds. I prefer to write about the world as it is.

Inside every fat man, there's a thin man trying to get out.

It has been the dream of very few men to rule the entire world. - Dr. Grief

"I think my reputation will look after itself," Holmes said. "If they hang me, Watson, I shall leave it to you to persuade your readers that the whole thing was a misunderstanding.

It is, of course, traditional in children's literature to get rid of the parents.

It's funny how things work out sometimes.

I vividly remember being 14. That was the age when I started to get happy: I started being a writer and stopped being a loser.

Let me ask you a question Alex. What do you think is the greatest evil on this plant today?" "Is that including, or not including you?

Let me tell you, Alex. He's a crook. He's based here in Miami. He's a nasty piece of work." "He's mexican" Troy added.

Look at self-satisfied pop singers or greasy, semi-literate athletes. People worship them. Why?” "Because they’re talented.

McCain might have suffered hardships in his life, but what had happened to him had nothing to do with his background or his color; they were convenient excuses now. He had been a psychopath from the start.

My father was aloof, very strange and very distant.

My favorite part of writing a book is thinking up the ideas, and that can start a long time before I actually sit down at my desk.

My greatest fear is disappointing the reader, so each book has to be better than the one before.

…my life has been a remarkable one. Maybe one day someone will write a book about me . . .” "I’ve never much cared for horror stories.

My writing has always been what you call 'narrative fiction' in the sense that it's got very strong plots and twists at the end.

Nice day for a funeral.

No offense, but I'd rather kiss the horse.

Oh-do be careful with that! That's my Buddha hand grenade. Twist the head twice and throw it and anyone within ten yards can say their prayers.

Once you get into the world of dystopia, it's hard to avoid plagiarism, because other people have had such powerful visions.

Show Holmes a drop of water and he would deduce the existence of the Atlantic. Show it to me and I would look for a tap. That was the difference between us.

So it's a coincidence. Just like you said. Two rich parents with two rich kids at the same school. They're both killed in accidents. Why are you so interested?" "Because I don't like coincidence," Blunt replied. "In fact, I don't believe in coincidence. Where some people see coincidence, I see conspiracy. That's my job.

Sometimes it's the tiniest things that can mean the difference between life and death.

Statues lined the stairs and stood, dotted across the roof. But they had been brutalized by time and the weather. Some were missing arms. Many had no faces. Once they had been saints and angels. Two hundred years standing in London had turned them into cripples.

Strange though it is,Sarov still cares about you. He told me to leave you alone. But I think, this time, I must disobey the general. You are mine! And I intend to make you suffer..." "Just talking to you makes me suffer," Alex said.

The birds fly in the wrong places and there are too many stars in the sky.

The CIA agent looked more dead than alive. Alex wondered if he had been hit, but there was no sign of any blood. Perhaps he was in shock.

The platform underneath the balloon fell on her as she was trying to escape," she explained. "She was crushed." "I'd have been disappointed too.

There's a dream world that we visit sometimes and that's how we found out who we are.