Occupation: Novelist Birth: August 25, 1923 Death: November 9, 2001
But I despised men who accepted their fate. I shaped mine twenty times and had it broken twenty times in my hands..
My son took many years to learn the simple truth. You cannot love any one person adequately until you have made friends with the rest of the human ra….
I would give you my soul in a blackberry pie; and a knife to cut it with..
[Robin Stewart] was your man. True for you, you had withdrawn the crutch from his sight, but still it should have been there in your hand, ready for ….
It seems to me,’ said Philippa prosaically, ‘that on the whole we run more risks with Mr Crawford’s protection than without it..
Depose him,’ said Will Scott, astonished. ‘The Grand Master’s holy office terminates with his life.’ ‘And can nobody think of an answer to that?’ sai….
Look up . . . and see them. The teaching stars, beyond worship and commonplace tongues..
But it's also because of something personal. My mother and father met while playing chess, so I've always had a fondness for the game. If it weren't ….
The coast's a jungle of Moors, Turks, Jews, renegades from all over Europe, sitting in palaces built from the sale of Christian slaves. There are twe….
So she was on her own, Kate thought, and instilled all the friendly helpfulness she could into her next question. “Excuse me, but are you the bad com….
And the English army, wheeling, started south at a gallop over the hill pass into Ettrick, followed by twenty men and eight hundred sheep in steel he….
Today,’ said Lymond, ‘if you must know, I don’t like living at all. But that’s just immaturity boggling at the sad face of failure. Tomorrow I’ll be ….
Lack of genius never held anyone back. Only time wasted on resentment and daydreaming can do that..
He regards boredom, I observe, as the One and Mighty Enemy of his soul. And will succeed in conquering it, I am sure—if he survives the experience..
Did I ever tell you,’ said Lymond pausing on the afterthought, on his way to the flap, ‘that that aunt of mine once hatched an egg?’ He paused, deep ….
Facts are the soil from which the story grows. Imagination is a last resort..
And habits are hell's own substitute for good intentions. Habits are the ruin of ambition, of initiative , of imagination. They're the curse of marri….
Music, the knife without a hilt..
I wish to God,” said Gideon with mild exasperation, “that you’d talk—just once—in prose like other people..
Versatility is one of the few human traits which are universally intolerable. You may be good at Greek and good at painting and be popular. You may b….
If I can’t be personal, I don’t want to argue,” said his hostess categorically. “I may be missing your points, but you’re much too busy dodging mine..