Writing is like knitting. Stitch after stitch, word by word, and before you know it you have a book ... or a jumper!

Not one of the boys like me. I’ve put their noses out of joint.”“Well, they were never good-looking lads.

Mary, we met in a pub. As you weren’t banging a tambourine, I understand you weren’t selling the word of God.

Jim slept deeply, lulled by the rhythmic rumble of the purring Pye.

Grown tall, like a ruddy weed, on his food.

That’s the difference between them and us. ‘Them’ view foxes as vermin, and ‘us’ identify with the fox.

The hall erupted into punches, blows, and kicks. The dancing ended but the band played on. The older men escorted the women from the premises and so ended a bloody-good night.

Sadly, so many people stand and watch their life melt away every day without taking advantage of it to produce something of worth.

Do you ever get a panicky feeling that nobody cares if you live or die? (A husband will often care decisively, one way or another.)

I miss you but can’t see you. So I go crazy.

If you are as happy my dear sir on entering this house as I am in leaving it and returning home you are the happiest man in the country.

...became a woman who learned her own skin and dug into her soul and found it full.

You just have to re-wire your brain when you’re shifting from the stage to the screen, or the silver screen or the HD flat screen.

We need to demand that our food is labeled, especially genetically modified foods, and learn how it is produced, processed, and grown.

Never kiss a girl whose brothers have knife scars.

I don't understand why James Bond has to be a man all the time. When Pierce Brosnan retires, why not one of us?

My experience of living with people of diverse religions and cultures taught me that one will never be at peace with the other if one is at war with oneself.