Sometimes humour is all we have to say the things that can’t be said.
You want me to sneak up on an angel and rip out its pinfeathers, so you can make a fashion statement?
While the cat’s away, you may find the rats getting damned uppity.
Never go anywhere without condiments. Condiments are our friends.
Last night I dreamed I was still human, but now I have woken up, into something better. Farewell, my friends, farewell.
If you don’t trust anyone, they can’t let you down.
The only good hero is the kind who survives to talk about merchandising.
Alexandra was tall and blond, with a balcony you could do Shakespeare from.
Who’s got my Jaffa Cakes? You know I can’t function without Jaffa Cakes.
I went to a house that was not a house. I opened a door that was not a door. And what I saw, I saw.
When God wanted a city levelled, or all the first-born slaughtered in one night, he sent an angel.
I always feel most alive when everything else is dying all around me.
No one likes to admit that in the end we all die by inches, gradually losing all the defining visual characteristics that make us us.
Because nothing makes love and life matter more than the knowledge that some day it must end.
The cream-tiled walls were spattered here and there with old dried bloodstains, deep gouges that might have been clawmarks, and all kinds of graffiti. As usual, someone had spelt Cthulhu wrongly.
There has been peace. There will be peace again. But right now, we have work to do.
It’s hard to maintain a reputation for being grim and mysterious when you’re accompanied by a brightly clad young thing, skipping merrily along at your side, holding your hand, and smiling sweetly on one and all.
Revenge is simply justice with teeth.
Books can be terrible snobs.
I didn’t know if I still had it in me to be really dangerous, but I thought so. It’s like knocking someone off a bike with a baseball bat; you never really lose the knack.
You know, sometimes I swear the whole universe runs on irony.