Quotes from Peter Robinson

I think writers have to able to enjoy solitude rather than just endure it. I've always enjoyed being left alone with my imagination, ever since I was a kid

tight around her while she stood at

A cadaveric spasm had caused Rothwell to grab and hold onto a handful of dust at the moment of death, and Banks thought of the T.S. Eliot quotation, "I will show you fear in a handful of dust," which he had come across as the title of an Evelyn Waugh novel.

Our glorious warrior Jason is probably lying on some mortuary table, cut open from th'nave to th'chops as we speak, and the three bastards who put him there, the three brown bastards who put him there, are out walking the streets." He slammed the table again. "What do you think about that?

Whatever the arthritis had done to the rest of her body, it hadn't progressed as far as her tongue.

lost a bit at a time, over the years; it didn't just happen overnight. But there were intense experiences, epiphanies of a kind, that brought about quantum leaps.

realized with a shock that the loss of innocence never stopped happening, that he was still losing it, that it was like a wound that never healed, and he would probably go on losing it, drop by drop, until the day he died.

See, squire," he said to the wide-eyed hotel manager, "our boss tells us we don't want a lot of fuss about this. None of this evacuating the area bollocks you see on telly. We go in, we disarm him nice and quiet, then bob's your uncle, we're out of your hair for good. Okay? No problems for us and no bad publicity for the hotel.

Something like this could increase our membership tenfold. Nice, pure Aryan lad, with his whole future ahead of him, murdered by Paki immigrant scum. That'll turn a few fence-sitters in our direction.

What? Arseholes like him give me a headache, and I've already got a big enough one to begin with. If you ask me, he's watched too many episodes of Line of Duty.

he'd come up from Bradford to see the band. I didn't know him, but he was

You would have more hope of success as a refugee begging asylum from Priti Patel than you would as an honest copper dragged deep into the maw of an internal investigation.

Murder scenes in particular got them going: sex and death, the old aphrodisiac combination.

Was it the age of my innocence, Or was it the lost Land of Oz? Was it only a foolish illusion, The summer that never was?

Fool, he told himself. He had been looking for Keith Rothwell in Robert Calvert's flat. But he wasn't there. He wasn't anywhere; he was just a slab of chilled meat waiting for a man with his collar on the wrong way around to chant a few meaningless words that might just ease the living's fear of death until the next time it touched too close to home for comfort.

Bollocks!' said Burgess. 'They're shit-disturbers. You ought to know that by now. Why do you think they're interested in a nuclear-free Britain? Because they love peace? Dream on, Constable.

Banks smiled. Don't worry, he said it's my balls on the chopping-block, not yours. I'll cover for you. My word on it. Susan smiled back. Well, that's the first time not having any balls has ever done me any good.

We have to be something more than the accumulation of things that happen to us, don't you think?

Georgina are our two consultation advisers, counsellors, then there's Dr Alex Lukas, the medical director, and Nurse Louise Griffiths.' 'What's Julian Harwood's role?' 'Mr Harwood? He's managing director of the whole group. But we never see him. I mean, he

Love lost or rejected may first turn to hate, but only over time does it become indifference.

The past lies like a nightmare upon the present. —Karl Marx, The Eighteenth Brumaire of Louis Bonaparte

Why was it always like that? he wondered. You call someone you love on the phone, and when you've finished talking, all you feel is the bloody distance between you.

about Barber and Kelly? Banks couldn't tell. And if he

The truth is rarely as liberating as people would have us believe; it often binds more than it frees.