Quotes About Sara

The law don't like jazz clubs. No one wants anything to do with that kind of trouble.

Historical fiction of course is particularly research-heavy. The details of everyday life are there to trip you up. Things that we take for granted, indeed, hardly think about, can lead to tremendous mistakes.

People who inspire such contradictory emotions must be worthwhile, I reasoned.

I decided to coin the term 'cosy crime noir' for Brighton Belle. That is 'cosy crime' for today's sensibilities because there is that slightly edgy element to it.

I have a really vivid imagination and I find it difficult to read scenes of complete graphic violence. That's not to say that graphic violence does not exist. It's just that I find it quite harrowing and I much prefer if it isn't completely outlined for me because my imagination can do that.

Having instant feedback on twitter to research material I'm considering is an enormous help.

I am completely unflustered by whichever medium people choose to read my words. I'm just delighted they're reading them at all!

The sound of pencils taking notes provided a low scrape and hum, almost like radio interference.

Cases fired by emotion rather than money were dangerous.

I've been obsessed with stories since I was a kid so it's no surprise that I ended up writing for a living.

I'm very honoured that there is a loyal following and I hope it continues.

You're trying to make me crazy, aren't you?" "Not at all." Sara put her bowl down. "I'm just saying there could be bunny shifters." "THERE ARE NO BUNNY SHIFTERS!" Shaking her head she accused, "You're a bunny bigot." Zach threw his spoon back in the near-empty bowl. "And there is no such thing as bunny bigots." "Bunny bigot," she accused again.

I thought it was time for a tough, smart, likable female private investigator, and that's how VI came to life.

Of my own spirit let me be in sole though feeble mastery.

The law don't like jazz clubs. No one wants anything to do with that kind of trouble.

Sara would call one of those cops on horses a motherfucker. The cop would avert his eyes. Sara would ask directions for the wild wild west.

The gate has a secret passcode. Sara has a secret passcode. She should. Andrew would stand there for years trying combinations. He wouldn't keep track or develop a strategy but just continue trying different combinations and then Kafka would rise from the grave and write a novel about him.

Living in Edinburgh, I consider myself particularly lucky - we have the biggest book festival in the world, a plethora of fascinating libraries and museums, and some of the greatest architecture in Europe.

I don't want to pretend like I'm some intellectual person who understands Flannery O'Connor.

As an historical novelist - there are few jobs more retrospective. I dumped science at an early age.

You have to be a ruthless editor of your own prose. Over the years, I've learned that the best way to incorporate research into the narrative is to turn it into action.

Writing books about whores... I'll bet you newer... joined giblets wiv a man in your lily-white life.' Dr. Hindley and Worthy began to reprove him, but Sara smiled quizzically. ' "Joined giblets?" ...I've never heard it put that way before.

Sara," he repeats, his tone low, as if he was trying it out on his tongue, trying me out on his tongue.

I made a tactical error tonight with Wyatt. She paused Horizontally. Sara laughed. Again?