What is this place? Hogwarts? – Alex Rider.
To enjoy something fully, you had to own it.
You’re my closest friend and you’re thousands of miles away.
It’s funny how things work out sometimes.
There are many things in life that cannot be explained.
Some things can’t be changed. They’ll always happen the way they were supposed to.
He hadn’t done anything. He hadn’t needed to. Just being there was enough.
There are few things in the world that we don’t know. Science has explained everything away.
You must do what you want.
We live in an age when there is no room for the impossible.
You are meant to be here. There are no coincidences. It’s all happening the way it was meant to be.
We live in a world with so many dangers that we have to be careful whom we trust.
If you think it’s hard getting in, you should try getting out.
Death is the same for the one who dies.
You couldn’t trust anyone or anything that belonged to the world of espionage.
Inside every fat man, there’s a thin man trying to get out.
My writing has always been what you call ‘narrative fiction’ in the sense that it’s got very strong plots and twists at the end.
You must know that feeling when it’s raining outside and the heating’s on and you lose yourself, utterly, in a book. You read and you read and you feel the pages slipping through your fingers until suddenly there are fewer in your right hand than there are in your left and you want to slow down but you still hurtle on towards a conclusion you can hardly bear to discover.
As far as I’m concerned, you can’t beat a good whodunnit: the twists and turns, the clues and the red herrings and then, finally, the satisfaction of having everything explained to you in a way that makes you kick yourself because you hadn’t seen it from the start.
But I’m not sure it actually matters what we read. Our lives continue along the straight lines that have been set out for us. Fiction merely allows us a glimpse of the alternative. Maybe that’s one of the reasons we enjoy it.