Quotes from Anthony Horowitz

If you stand too close to the sun you can't complain when all you become as a silhouette.

Holmes had returned entirely to his old self – secretive, over-confident and thoroughly annoying.

On the one hand, they're monstrous egotists. Self-confidence, self-examination, self-hatred even … but it's all about self. All those hours on their own! And yet at the same time, they're genuinely altruistic. All they want to do is please other people. I've often thought it must demand a sort of deficiency to be a writer.

Pünd remembered their first case together when Fraser had failed to notice that his travelling companion, on the three-fifty train from Paddington, was actually dead.

Atticus Pund did not reply but he knew from his experience that murderers could, indeed, smile and make pleasant conversation one minute and strike violently the next. His experiences during the war had also taught him much about what he called the institutionalisation of murder; how, 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.

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Je l'entends toujours. Alors que je repose mon stylographe et que je me dirige vers mon lit, je perçois l'archet qu'on tire sur le chevalet, et la musique qui s'élève dans le ciel nocturne. C'est lointain et à peine audible - mais c'est là! Un pizzicato. Un trémolo. Le style est impossible à à confondre avec un autre. C'est Sherlock Holmes. ll faut que ce soit lui. J'espère que c'est pour moi qu'il joue...

Robert Pinkerton used to say that a lie was like a dead coyote. The longer you leave it, the more it smells. - Frederick Chase

Agnes Carmichael, who turns out to be the killer, hasn't spoken a word – hardly surprising, as she's a deaf mute.

But that's how it is when you're a kid, isn't it? You have all these dreams and, unless you're lucky, they never amount to anything.

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

From my experience, law firms are always quiet places. Maybe it's because they make words so expensive that they tend to use them sparingly among themselves.

himself almost being torn in half as he was yanked out of the jeep on the end of the cord. In seconds he was forty, fifty yards above the runway, dangling underneath

So that was it: an unhealthy chef, a blind psychic, a war historian, a children's author, a French performance poet, Hawthorne and me. Not quite the magnificent seven, I couldn't help thinking.

If you've ever read the French philosopher Alain Badiou, you'll know that he defines jokes as a type of rupture that opens up truths.

From Pünd's experience, people who were so insistent on the truth were very rarely telling it.

Theatre, at its best, is a candle that never goes out and all of these productions, along with many more, still burn in my memory.

But he was a man without a shadow -- or perhaps a shadow without a man.

The Portuguese man-of-war," Sayle continued. He had a heavy accent brought with him from the Cairo marketplace. "It's beautiful, don't you think?" "I wouldn't keep one as a pet," Alex said. "I

Fangio had once said: 'You should never think of a car as a piece of metal. It's a living being with a heart that beats. It can feel happy or sad. It all depends on how you treat it.

And you think he'll tell?" Matt asked. "We will make him tell us." Han Shan-tung muttered the words casually, but there was something about the way he spoke that made the skin crawl.

This was a woman who didn't just go to bed with a book. She went to bed with a library.

But I'm not sure it actually matters what we read. Our lives continue along the straight lines that have been set out for us. Fiction merely allows us a glimpse of the alternative. Maybe that's ones of the reasons we enjoy it.

The computer, however, had been authorized to receive the message, and Yassen saw three words. KILL ALEX RIDER They were exactly what he had expected.