Quotes from Anthony Horowitz

What exactly was the point? And more pertinently, what the hell was I doing here? How had I allowed my life to come to this?

I had only my good faith and my entire heart to give to her.

we only lived about fifteen minutes apart, which made the emotional distance between us all the more striking.

You didn't mention he had a child.' 'I mentioned he had a cocaine habit.

that moment, Fraser was utterly aware of the smallness of the room, the hopelessness of a life broken.

was introduced to haikus when I was at school. I wasn't a particularly bright child and I remember liking them because they were so short.

It occurred to him that Blakiston was an outcast. He was in exile from himself.

One for sorrow, Two for joy, Three for a girl, Four for a boy, Five for silver, Six for gold, Seven for a secret, Never to be told.

His parents were Turkish Cypriots who had emigrated to the UK in the seventies, fleeing ethnic fighting and terrorism.

She had quite possibly drifted into acting because of her father's connections in showbiz. It would have been that or some sort of PR or work in a posh Mayfair art gallery. I also remembered his divorce, which had been all over the papers. He had left his wife for a model not all that much older than his daughter.

Gray suit, gray face, gray life . . . Alan Blunt seemed to belong to an entirely colorless world.

an ornamental dagger

That was when I would be at my lowest, falling asleep with the knowledge that the moment I opened my eyes the whole thing would start all over again.

if Cray leaves a kitchen knife lying around, I'm going to shove it somewhere painful…

It was very hard to tell when he was acting and when he wasn't – sometimes with unfortunate consequences

Blakiston was an outcast. He was in exile from himself

warned him against your play. I said that it was too peculiar for a modern audience and that nobody would understand what you were trying to get at. Is it a comedy? Is it a thriller? What is it, exactly? But he had complete faith in you, and now you turn up with your detective friend and cast aspersions on a man who is absolutely blameless and wouldn't dream of hurting anyone.

It was as if he had recognised how few pleasures he had in his life, making him all the more determined to cling on to the few that remained. Murder and cigarettes. That about summed him up.

wish Sky had never told us she had the review. I don't know what she was thinking, anyway. She could have at least read it first.

They were an audience … perhaps even a jury. My stomach was still churning. I felt like the condemned man.

But the worst of it was the sense of helplessness — that events had taken over and I was being steered by them rather than the other way round.

Nothing about that woman is good. Nothing! She's a complete bitch, and you might as well know that I've never had a good review from her.

He had been responsible for her injuries and, subsequently, he had left his wife for her. I didn't know what to say.

There was something wrong about the house in Eastfield Terrace. Something unpleasant.