Paul Darrow Quotes

Cam disappears at the end of 'Rapture.' It was the only way for me to say good-bye to him at the time, and it's the way he prefers to split, anyway. I always knew I would return to him. He's been my favorite from the start. Readers have long asked what happened to him, but I had to wait for his story to come to me on its own.

I never like to think of any character as being over. I'm always thinking of different ways of bringing them back.

Perhaps he wanted to be alone with Dr. G., who was here, but he should have let me know. At Hoffmann's I felt I was sitting on hot coals, expecting him to arrive every moment.

I was promised on a time - to have reason for my rhyme; From that time unto this season, I received nor rhyme nor reason.

On 'Flash,' you've never seen the last of anybody, no matter what happens to them.

This is the best thing that could've happened for the 2011 season - Bolt losing like this and having to go away.

People from New York have been calling, to see if I'm still alive. When I answer the phone, you can hear the disappointment in their voice.

My character, Rick Spleen, is a what-if version of me, really, where nothing did quite turn out right and everything else is still around the corner.

As long as a character doesn't die, the character can always come back.

The joys we expect are not so bright, nor the troubles so dark as we fancy they will be.

I enjoy a good cliffhanger. As a reader, I relish that nervous feeling you get when you're engrossed in a story, but in the back of your mind you're aware that there aren't that many pages left. How will it end? Everything can't be wrapped up! This can't end! Then it does, and your heart seems to stop.

This has been a magnificent epic. In God’s name let it not terminate in farce.

Don't count Jessica out on 'Suits,' 'cause those boys are going to mess up, and they're going to have to call me. I believe that. I don't know when, I don't know how, but that story's not done, 'cause everybody comes back.

It’s been a long time since Sherlock Holmes jumped off that roof - it’s time to reveal the truth about what happened between him and the pavement.

This was the last thing I expected. You destroy my life and then feed me some inspiratonal philosophy.

how hard you worked for what you wanted. how cruelly fate betrayed you in the end.

That's typical Gabrielle, ... Marc has a very clever plan for this pregnancy. It's going to turn her world upside down

Nothing was quite like it was supposed to be.

Many count their chickens before they are hatched; and where they expect bacon, meet with broken bones.

When the ending finally comes to me, I often have to backtrack and make the beginning point towards that ending. Other times, I know exactly what the ending will be before I begin, like with the story "A Brief Encounter With the Enemy." It was all about the ending - that's what motivated me.

Expectations are resentment waiting to happen.

And for all those years, we never talked about the disaster at the recital or my terrible accusations afterward at the piano bench. All that remained unchecked, like a betrayal that was now unbreakable. So I never found a way to ask her why she had hoped something so large that failure was inevitable. And even worse, I never asked her what frightened me the most: Why had she given up hope?

You think you know how this story is going to end, but you don't.

Probably every new and eagerly expected garment ever put on since clothes came in, fell a trifle short of the wearer's expectation.

I had a dream that I would be here this week, receiving something from the president, but I thought it would be the front door key.