Anthony Horowitz
Anthony Horowitz
Anthony Horowitz, OBEis an English novelist and screenwriter specialising in mystery and suspense. His work for young adult readers includes The Diamond Brothers series, the Alex Rider series, and The Power of Five series. His work for adults includes the novel and play Mindgame, and two Sherlock Holmes novels The House of Silkand Moriarty. He is the most recent author chosen to write a James Bond novel by the Ian Fleming estate, titled Trigger Mortis...
NationalityEnglish
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth5 April 1955
CityLondon, England
The platform underneath the balloon fell on her as she was trying to escape," she explained. "She was crushed." "I'd have been disappointed too.
Was it fate? Was it destiny?" "I think it was Alan Blunt.
Do you realise how much trouble you're in?" "Perhaps I'll have some Weetabix after all.
I didn't set fire to the building." "No, but you did pull it into the river." "That put the fire out!
She tried to smile sympathetically, but with her face it wasn't quite possible.
All that sadness. All that anger. It is the smoke that gets into your eyes. If you do not blow it away, how can you hope to see?
You don't need to be able to string a sentence together in a way that is elegant or even vaguely meaningful to produce a bestseller - as Dan Brown has demonstrated time and again.
Freedom of speech is a fundamental human right.
I hear it still. As I lay down my pen and take to my bed, I am aware of the bow being drawn across the bridge and the music rises into the night sky. It is far away and barely audible - but there it is! A pizzicato. Then a tremelo. The style is unmistakable. It is Sherlock Holmes who is playing. It must be. I hope with all my heart that he is playing for me . . .
Statues lined the stairs and stood, dotted across the roof. But they had been brutalized by time and the weather. Some were missing arms. Many had no faces. Once they had been saints and angels. Two hundred years standing in London had turned them into cripples.
Alex decided he’d had enough. He put down his knife. “All right,” he said. “You’ve made it pretty clear that you don’t want to work with me. Well, that’s fine. Because I don’t want to work with you either. And for what it’s worth, nobody would ever believe you were my mom because no mom would ever behave like you.” “Alex…,” Carver began. “Forget it! I’m going back to London. And if you’re Mr. Byrne asks why, you can tell him I didn’t like the jelly, so I went home to get some jam.
You're nothing if you're not special.
Once you get into the world of dystopia, it's hard to avoid plagiarism, because other people have had such powerful visions.
My father was aloof, very strange and very distant.