Leslie Charteris Quotations

Others, amounting to four novels and a mess of short stories which I did not think worth preserving, I have done my best to eliminate from the record by refusing all requests for permission to reprint them, and I hope I have done a good job of making them hard to unearth.

The reason is that for many years I have avoided reading anything whatsoever that approaches my own line of country, out of a somewhat fanatical desire to avoid the risk of unconscious imitation.

In 1938, when I had decided that the only way to see the country was in a trailer, and I built the trailer which I still have and lived in it for eighteen months, and learned America from San Diego to the Canadian border, from Miami to New Jersey, and east to west in between.

He believes in romance. He isn't merely going through the mechanical movements of a man in an exciting situation. He is, vitally and positively squeezing the last drop of delight from living the best life he knows in the best way he can.

The gleam in their eyes telegraphs only too clearly that they are hoping for a headline, which of course means something disparaging, because nothing makes such good copy as a feud.

For there is a price ticket on everything that puts a whizz into life, and adventure follows the rule. It's distressing, but there you are.

Everything I write is designed to be milked to the last drop of revenue.

About the Saint's amorous adventures, by the way, I can't speak so brazenly.

I had still never read one of the Bond books when the movie Dr. No came out.

If I didn't see its place in the Saga when I planned it, I probably wouldn't write it at all.

In 1939 I hadn't even realized that this was an immigration problem.

It should cause no surprise that anyone so lazy as myself should be economical to the point of miserliness with everything he writes.

In fact, it could logically be argued that the man best qualified to review a detective story is an established detective-story writer.

I am an absurd idealist. But I believe that all that must come true. For, unless it comes true, the world will be laid desolate. And I believe that it can come true. I believe that, by the grace of God, men will awake presently and be men again, and colour and laughter and splendid living will return to a grey civilisation. But that will only come true because a few men will believe in it, and fight for it, and fight in its name against everything that sneers and snarls at that ideal.

Any stupid remark, quoted often enough, becomes gospel.