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Quotes by Anthony Horowitz

Nice day for a funeral.

I dont know anything! Tim(Caleb) wailed.Hed never spoken a truer word in his life.

As far as Im concerned, you cant 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 hadnt seen it from the start.

It was quite elementary, returned the detective with a languid gesture of one hand.

You look at me as if I were a conjuror, Holmes remarked, with a laugh.

Theres a name for people with an interest in the moon, Alex said. Theyre called lunatics.

Was it fate? Was it destiny?I think it was Alan Blunt.

Childhood, after all, is the first precious coin that poverty steals from a child.

The world was healing itself.

Alan invented all sorts of ways of expressing things so that only he and I understood. He used language as a place for us to hide.

We all make choices, Cossack. Who we are in this world, what we do in it. Generous or selfish. Happy or sad. Good or evil. Its all down to choice.

You also have a part to play in this adventure, and that part was written for you before you long before you were born.Are you saying I have no choice?We all have choices. But our decisions are already known.

You can kiss me if you like, she said.Alex let go of her and turned away. Thanks, Fiona, he said. But frankly Id prefer to kiss the horse.

Its strange when you think about it. There are hundreds and hundreds of murders in books and television. It would be hard for narrative fiction to survive without them. And yet there are almost none in real life, unless you happen to live in the wrong area. Why is it that we have such a need for murder mystery? And what is it that attracts us? The crime, or the solution? Do we have some primal need of bloodshed because our own lives are so safe, so comfortable?

No, the events which I am about to describe were simply too monstrous, too shocking to appear in print. They still are. It is no exaggeration to suggest that they would tear apart the entire fabric of society and, particularly at a time of war, this is something I cannot risk.

What happened? he demanded. I heard an explosion!Yeah.That was me. I set the boat alight.What?I set fire to the boat.But were on the boat!I know.

Your name?The movements of the mans mouth didnt quite match what he was saying, so seeing him speak was a bit like watching a badly dubbed film.Alex Gardiner, Alex said. Your real name?I just told you.You lied. Your real name is Alex Rider.Why ask if you think you know?

Strange though it is,Sarov still cares about you. He told me to leave you alone. But I think, this time, I must disobey the general. You are mine! And I intend to make you suffer...Just talking to you makes me suffer, Alex said.

They didnt just live with secrets. Secrecy surrounded their entire lives.

He was a commander in the Russian army at a time when the Russians were our enemies and still part of the Soviet Union . This wasnt very long ago, Alex.The collapse of communism. It was only in 1989 that the Berlin Wall came down. She stopped. I suppose none of this means very much to you.Well, it wouldnt, Alex said. I was only two years old.