“... the old Berlin – last vestige of a mysterious fête – wheeled away from the gravelled road and went lurching noiselessly across country over a grass-grown track. Beyond the hedge nothing could be seen of it but the driver's cap bobbing up and down.”
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“My own heart is in my characters. My novels are my memories; they are the best part of me.”
“A fugitive on the run with a plan for the future is the definition of hubris.”
“As far as I can tell, a young-adult novel is a regular novel that people actually read.”