Quotes from Anthony Horowitz

away from him. We wouldn't want there to be any more misunderstandings, would we?' 'I thought you said I had carte blanche.

It could have happened like that.' Why did Hawthorne have to sound so unsure when it was perfectly obvious to me?

You're disgusting,' Godwin said. 'You make it sound so … sordid.

a great mansion with stone figures on the terrace and seven figures in the price.

You wanted sex. You were cheating on your wife. And because of that, a child died.

The Daily Mail had branded the books 'pure porn poison', which the publishers had cheekily reprinted on the cover.

When Derek Abbott was arrested in London, he didn't care. I still remember the day he came in, sitting there with this look on his face like he was the lord of the manor who'd accidentally wandered into the servants' quarters. The police weren't going to get anywhere near him, not in a hundred years!

But Pünd took his time leaving the house. Fraser knew that he was not so much searching for clues as sensing the atmosphere – he had often heard him talk about the memory of crime, the supernatural echoes left behind by sadness and violent death. There was even a chapter in that book of his. 'Information and Intuition' or something like that.

I don't mean to be unkind. I liked her. She was young and charismatic and she had allowed her life to be stolen away from her. Although she never said as much, it was clear that Damian's death would give her a chance to start again.

Alex glanced at Tom's work, which was huge, painted on six sheets of paper. It showed a terraced house, on fire with blood coming out of the windows, an ax buried in a wall, and an atomic explosion happening in the backyard. There were times when Alex worried about his friend.

You must know that feeling when it's raining outside and the heating's on and you lose yourself, utterly, in a book. You read and you read and you feel the pages slipping through your fingers until suddenly there are fewer in your right hand than there are in your left and you want to slow down but you still hurtle on towards a conclusion you can hardly bear to discover.

It often seemed to Eric that he was trapped and that he had been from the moment of his birth.

Of course, he didn't go in for ordinary stuff like Dulux or anything like that. He had to have those poncey colours from Farrow & Ball. Eighty quid a tin with names like Vert De Terre, Ivy and Arsenic.' He spat out the names with evident distaste.

And as for that house of his, you know he spent five million quid building it? How he got planning permission right on the edge of the sea, and his own private pillbox, is anyone's guess.

He got you pregnant just when your career was about to take off.

if you surrounded murder with enough forms and procedures, if you could convince yourself that it was an absolute necessity, then ultimately it would not be murder at all.

even though I tried to. The trouble is, it's not really a city at all. You have to get in the car to go anywhere but actually there isn't anywhere to go. I mean, it's shops and it's restaurants and it's the beach but somehow it all just feels a bit pointless. It was always too hot, particularly when I was pregnant.

thought for a moment. A very public threat from a well-known feminist writer. A mysterious message in green paint. An incredibly expensive bottle of wine.

There was something quite animalistic about Hawthorne. The closer he got to the truth, the more you could see it in his eyes, in the way he sat, in the very contours of his skin.

Don't be sorry. Our lives don't belong to us so we can't complain if they're taken away." Those were the words that Alex remembered when, half an hour later, the lights blinked out

It seemed to be a remarkably up-beat interpretation of such an act of vandalism. Her husband's hands were visibly shaking as he held the paper.

Because like it or not, both of them have died in unusual circumstances almost within twenty-four hours of one another, Mrs Taylor. And Long Way Hole seems to be the one thing that connects them.

I'm sure it was real but it resembled one of those cheap wigs worn by department-store mannequins, jet black and as glossy as nylon. It didn't seem to belong to her head.

And why would three old university friends who only saw each other occasionally for adventure holidays have suddenly come to blows?