Quotes from Anthony Horowitz

The sun hovered briefly on the horizon, then dipped below. At once, the clouds rolled

not that anything very much ever happened.

The two of them were used to speaking quietly. They knew their place in the house and it was their first duty never to be noticed unless they were needed, never to draw attention to themselves.

It was that woman! They put her on trial!' She turned back to Hawthorne. 'I don't know how anyone could do that, drive away from the scene of the accident. And those two little children, lying there! What a bitch!

As far as he could see, the communist system was defeating itself without his help. How else to explain the forlorn hopelessness of its capital?

There are almost no foreseeable benefits and the damage to the environment, to wildlife and to tourism will be irreversible.

Oliver Twist had found his Artful Dodger … in this instance, a young lout who had been born, quite literally, into a life of crime – slumbering in a pram that had been stolen from John Lewis. Wayne must have thought he had struck gold when he first set foot in Moxham Hall.

At the same time, he was not afraid of being proved wrong. If, after a lifetime of considered reason, he found himself being called to judgement in some sort of starry chamber, he was sure he would be forgiven. From what he understood, God was the forgiving sort.

His chest was heaving. He was on the edge of tears. "You've never tried to see things my way. You don't have any understanding what it's like being me.

And before you interrupt me, Colin, you're probably one of them. He had you twisted round his little finger.

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

The baby had been the end of Grace's acting career and if the newspaper stories were true, Damian had proved to be a far from ideal partner. Drugs, parties, showgirls … it easily added up to a motive for murder.

It often seems that the entire city is deliberately doing everything in its power to stop the cameras turning. Planes will fly overhead. Pneumatic drills and car alarms will burst into angry life. Police cars and ambulances will race past with their sirens blaring.

Ironic, isn't it! A group of socialists who had espoused the values of New Labour and who were loudly beating the drum for equality of opportunity and education were ready to pile onto a working-class kid who'd never had one-tenth of the privilege of their own son.

That's what he said, Mum. He often used to say that he made an enemy every time he did a divorce, because someone had to win and someone had to lose.' He thought for a moment. 'Did you tell them he was being followed?

He was witty. He was generous. And if he could be a complete prick some of the time, there were plenty of compensations.' She counted them on her fingers. 'I had an allowance. I had this house. I had expensive presents. I could travel. Charles might be out there being photographed with different floozies for the gossip columns, but I was the one he always came home to.

There was something deeply offensive about turning a tiny incident, a tragedy in an English village, into some sort of Mills & Boon morality tale, and reading it, I felt less bad about her review of Mindgame.

When he thought about her, he no longer wanted to live.

She thought the sun shone out of his you-know-where! And she'd been his housekeeper for years and years. Keeper of the keys! She cooked for him, cleaned for him, gave half her life to him. I'm sure he'd have wanted to be there for the send-off.

was sure he was joking. But he was sitting there with that strange energy of his, that mix of malice and single-mindedness that made him so hard to read

There were even proper cloth serviettes in metal rings. Who does that anymore? What's wrong with a square of kitchen roll?

Davina had a pretty Victorian house, tall and narrow, with a tiny front garden and a chessboard front path leading to a door with stained-glass windows.

After he died, I felt a terrible emptiness and it was only natural that I should have directed my feelings at Richard. It didn't matter how kind he was to me. I thought he was buying his way out of jail, if you know what I mean. The more he gave me, the angrier I got.

These days, I hardly know anyone who smokes but Hawthorne was still getting through about a packet a day, which was why we usually met outside coffee shops, sitting in the street.