"I could do terrible things to people who dump unwanted animals by the roadside." — James Herriot

They can't find my house now because I keep it very quiet where I live.

There was no last animal I treated. When young farm lads started to help me over the gate into a field or a pigpen, to make sure the old fellow wouldn't fall, I started to consider retiring.

I became a connoisseur of that nasty thud a manuscript makes when it comes through the letter box.

I will write another book if I feel like it.