Diana Norman (25 August 1933 – 27 January 2011) was a British author and journalist. She is best known for her historical crime fiction.
Insanity has excuses; wickedness has not.
Alcoholism plus criminality plus whatever caused both in the first place form a combination that is very nearly happy-ending-proof.
Truth travels slowly and gets weaker as it goes. Suitable lies are strong and run faster.
Tomorrows were full of awful things. Today, now, was the essential.
A daughter,' Rowley scooped up the child and held her high. The baby blinked from sleep and crowed with him. 'Any fool can have a son,' he said. 'It takes a man to conceive a daughter.
Crime, after all, can be a way of establishing identity or acquiring security - at least the magistrate addresses you by name.
The law should be the point at which savagery ended because civilization stood in its path.
Love- however doomed, had the capacity to attach bouys to the soul.
The scar, and her indifference to it, did something extraordinary for her, just as damage to some art object threw into relief how beautiful it had once been, tarnishing and tempering her face with the reminder of what humanity did to lovely things and how they bore it.
Ghosts cannot be put on the witness stand, or have their fingerprints taken. They are completely proof against proof.
the possession of power brings on madness.
I yield to nobody in my admiration for God, but he's no good in bed.
Man hovers between Paradise and the Pit.
Man provides his own goods and his own evils, neither God nor the Devil has anything to do with it.
Obviously, not everybody who dies becomes a ghost, otherwise those who are psychic would be aware of shouldering through deep crowds of assorted shades every time they moved.
To what do you not drive human hearts, cursed for craving gold!