Jeffrey Howard Archer, Baron Archer of Weston-super-Mare (born 15 April 1940) is an English novelist and politician.
At the end of my trial, I was rather hoping the judge would send me to Australia for the rest of my life.
With torture ,as with making love, foreplay is the all important factor
I do greatly admire Australian artists.
And I did wonder - because it's now three years ago since I left prison - whether there would come a time when I would forget it, or it would be in the past as anything else might be - no, it's there every day of my life.
Chatterers are a menace.
When I was deputy chairman I could travel from Glasgow to Edinburgh without leaving Tory land. In a two-week period I covered every constituency in which we had an MP. There were 14. Now we have only one. We appear to have given up.
But I certainly made mistakes, for which I regret, I think most human beings in their lifetime make mistakes, mine ended up in two years prison - two very remarkable years from which I learnt a lot.
I want to be your stranger across a crowded room.
While there may not be a book in every one of us, there is so often a damned good short story.
Well I think after leaving prison, and having written three diaries about life in prison, it became a sort of a new challenge to write another novel, to write a new novel.
I feel I have had a very interesting life, but I am rather hoping there is still more to come. I still haven't captained the England cricket team, or sung at Carnegie Hall!
What I have found is that real friends stand by you.
I've loved art for more than 30 years.
A work of art is worth what someone will pay for it.
The worst moment of any campaign is waiting for the sun to rise on the morning of the battle
Some people standby you in your darkest hour while others walk away; only a select few march towards you and become even closer friends.
War and Peace maddens me because I didn't write it myself, and worse, I couldn't.
Energy plus talent and you are a king, energy and no talent and you are still a prince, talent and no energy and you are a pauper
If you make a deal with a fool, don't be surprised when they act foolishly.
It's one of the ironies of mountaineering,' said Young, 'that grown men are happy to spend months preparing for a climb, weeks rehearsing and honing their skills, and at least a day attempting to reach the summit. And then, having achieved their goal, they spend just a few moments enjoying the experience, along with one or two equally certifiable companions who have little in common other than wanting to do it all again, but a little higher.