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Writing is an antisocial act.
My black cat was named Blackie.
Talking's just a nervous habit.
An idyllic childhood is probably illusion.
We don't know who we are until we see what we can do.
Before you hate something you should try to understand it.
The England I write about doesn't strike me as the real one.
Most people see what they want to, or at least what they expect to.
I cleared my throat - it isn't frogs you get in your throat; it's memories.
I'm constantly battling writer's block; it usually takes me two hours to write anything.
Silence is a way of saying: we do not have to entertain each other; we are okay as we are.
writers just kept on staring at nothing until they wrote something. Might be two minutes or two weeks.
The English inn stands permanently planted at the confluence of the roads of history, memory, and romance.
I have readers tell me that I must be bored, but that's not true. I am never bored with the characters. I like them.
When you write the first book of a series, you do have to be careful what you put in because then you are stuck with it.
I don't have to hang around a pub, really, to get an idea. I usually visit it once, get the layout, the atmosphere, the feel of it.
Children can ask what adults don't dare to because we don't want to admit we're scared and we don't really want to hear the answers.
Arnold was a dog's dog. Whenever he shuffled along walks and through alleyways, he always gave the impression of being on to something big.
Writing a mystery is more difficult than other kinds of books because a mystery has a certain framework that must be superimposed over the story.
I love stories. I just enjoy telling stories and watching what these characters do - although writing continues to be just as hard as it always was.
I don't think I could have just kept writing the 'Richard Jury' books. It wasn't that I was bored or dissatisfied. I just had to write something else.
You can't be blocked if you just keep on writing words. Any words. People who get 'blocked' make the mistake of thinking they have to write good words.
I do read P.D. James because she pays much more attention to character, to a particular atmosphere or setting. But most mystery writers, I think, are controlled by the plot.
I'll see something or hear something. Sometimes, it can be a color. Or a piece of music. Or an image of some kind. I see something, and it has huge emotional weight, although I have no idea why.
Intricately plotted, beautifully paced, The Music of the Spheres is an elegant historical novel rich in detail, at times Dickensian in its description of London. Elizabeth Redfern has made an exciting debut.
And so it continued all day, wynde after wynde, From a room beyond came the whistle of a teakettle. Now, you really must join me. I've some marvelous Darjeeling, and some delicious petit fours a friend of mine gave me for Christmas.
There are people who read Tolstoy or Dostoevski who do not insist that their endings be happy or pleasant or, at least, not be depressing. But if you're writing mysteries - oh, no, you can't have an ending like that. It must be tidy.
Elf made his way fuzzily back to the drawer, trying to think nasty thoughts about his tormentor (Mungo the dog) but he couldn't, as he was too little and his mind was formless and without messages.( Elf the tiny kitten Mungo tormented )
You can never do enough for the dead. You search around for comfort but there is no comfort; there never was and never will be. There is only a gradual wearing away of the sharp edges, so that you don't feel ambushed at every turn, as if you saw the dead suddenly rounding the corner.
In Baltimore, I was walking with a friend who was playing at a pub he kept referring to as the Horse. But when I saw the sign 'The Horse You Came In On' - I thought, 'My God.' I had no intention of ever setting a Jury novel in the U.S., but when I saw that, I thought, 'That's it.' The names are very important.
Remember the great film with Bette Davis, All About Eve? There's a scene after the scheming Eve steals Margo's role through trickery & then gets this magnificent review. Margo of course is effing & blinding all over the place. And crying. Her director rushes into her house, puts his arms around her & says, "I ran all the way". That's what I want.