All is fair in love, war and tax evasion. - Tom Sharpe

Certainty was essential to him and the written word had a certainty about it that everything else in life lacked.

By shooting your cook you were refusing him permission to enter your house.

Eva Wilt got to her feet and stood with the rain running down her face and as she stood there the illusions that had sustained her through the week disappeared. She saw herself as a fat, silly woman who had left her husband in pursuit of a glamour that was false and shoddy and founded on brittle talk and money.