He dredged in a pocket, producing from it a box of…

“At this rate, he felt, he might even live to see the day when novelists described their characters by some other device than that…

— Edmund Crispin

“To its left stood a transistor radio, which was emitting and indeed had been emitting for some considerable time, a symphonic movement of vaguely…

— Edmund Crispin

“Discretion,” said Fen with great complacency, “is my middle name.” “I dare say. But very few people use their middle names.”

— Edmund Crispin

“Indeed,' he said, tapping his fingers very rapidly on the desk. 'Indeed. I'm very pleased to know you, sir. Do me the honour of…

— Edmund Crispin

None but the most blindly credulous will imagine the characters and events in this story to be anything but fictitious. It is true that…

— Edmund Crispin

“Down the Woodstock Road towards them an elderly, abnormally thin man was pedalling, his thin white hair streaming in the wind and sheer desperation…

— Edmund Crispin

“The Misses Bale don’t like it a bit, but I say to them, “Titty,” I say -or as it may be, “Tatty” – their…

— Edmund Crispin

“Well, my dear fellow, if you say so. But who is the Botticelli murderer?’ ‘I don’t know.’ ‘But you must know by now, my…

— Edmund Crispin

[A] science fiction story is one which presupposes a technology, or an effect of technology, or a disturbance in the natural order, such as…

— Edmund Crispin

“As the popularity of science-fiction increases, so inevitably does the volume of clownish imprecation against it.”

— Edmund Crispin