I got Oedipus off the incest charge – technicality, of course – he didn’t know it was his mother at the time.
If it’s a chimera alert, we just follows the screams.
I was on HPD – Heathcliff Protection Duty – in Wuthering Heights for two years, and believe me, the ProCaths tried everything. I personally saved him from assassination eight times.
I would so hate to be a first-person character! Always on your guard, always having people read your thoughts!
Pretend to be mad and talk a lot. Then – and this is the important bit – do nothing at all until you absolutely have to and then make sure everyone dies.
The cleanest souls are the easiest to soil.
Because there’s someone else here in East Carmin. Someone hopelessly unsuitable. It’s all a really bad idea and will lead to trouble of the worst sort. But no matter what, every minute in her presence makes my life a minute more complete.
True and baseless evil is as rare as the purest good – and we all know how rare that is...
Individual words, sounds, squiggles on paper with no meanings other than those with which our imagination can clothe them.
Literary detection and firearms don’t really go hand in hand; pen mighter than the sword and so forth.
Reality TV was to me the worst form of entertainment – the modern equivalent of paying sixpence to watch lunatics howling at the wall down at the local madhouse.
If you expect me to believe that a lawyer wrote A Midsummer Night’s Dream, I must be dafter than I look.
The government was to raise the duty on cheese to 83 percent, an unpopular move that would doubtless have the more militant citizens picketing cheese shops.
Without a yardstick sometimes the high points can be taken for granted.
Apart from the faint odor of ink that pervaded the scene, it might have been real.
Scientific thought – indeed, any mode of thought, whether it be religious or philosophical or anything else – is just like the fashions that we wear – only much longer lived. It’s a little like a boy band.
The barriers between reality and fiction are softer than we think; a bit like a frozen lake. Hundreds of people can walk across it, but then one evening a thin spot develops and someone falls through; the hole is frozen over by the following morning.
Death, I had discovered long ago, was available in varying flavors, and none of them particularly palatable.
There is a certain degree of steampunkishness that creeps into my books.
You have many fine qualities that I admire. But you are out of time. You should have been born a century ago, when values such as yours meant something.