Students, eh? Love ’em or hate ’em, you can’t hit them with a shovel!
Smaller-than-Medium-Jock-but-bigger-than-Wee-Jock-Jock.
Never trust a species that grins all the time. It’s up to something.
Who’d want a pony when you could have the whole universe? It was far more interesting and you didn’t have to muck it out once a week.
The reaper does not listen to the harvest.
The most important thing was that time had passed, pouring thousands of soothing seconds across the island. People need time to deal with the now before it runs away and becomes the then.
The only really sane person in there is Igor, and possibly the turnip. And I’m not sure about the turnip.
As large as worlds. As old as Time. As patient as a brick.
And, as always happens, and happens far too soon, the strange and wonderful becomes a memory and a memory becomes a dream. Tomorrow it’s gone.
These weren’t cheap modern books; these were books bound in leather, and not just leather, but leather from clever cows who had given their lives for literature after a happy existence in the very best pastures.
When I am old I shall wear midnight.
And he dreamed the dream of all those who publish books, which was to have so much gold in your pockets that you would have to employ two people just to hold your trousers up.
And that’s when I first learned about evil. It is built in to the very nature of the universe. Every world spins in pain. If there is any kind of supreme being, I told myself, it is up to all of us to become his moral superior.
His movements could be called cat-like, except that he did not stop to spray urine up against things.
He moved on, in the centre of a widening circle. He wasn’t an enemy, he was a nemesis.
Steal five dollars and you’re a common thief. Steal thousands and you’re either the government or a hero.
People don’t alter history any more than birds alter the sky, they just make brief patterns in it.
Tragic heroes always moan when the gods take an interest in them, but it’s the people the gods ignore who get the really tough deals.
He looked up at them, a scruffy Napoleon with his laces trailing, exiled to a rose-trellised Elba.
It was amazing how many friends you could make by being bad at things, provided you were bad enough to be funny.