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.

Last night I dreamed I was still human, but now I have woken up, into something better. Farewell, my friends, farewell.

While the cat's away, you may find the rats getting damned uppity.

Though I often run out of courage and good sense, stubbornness keeps me going.

Nothing is ever really lost. The memories of good friends and good times are always there, never more than a thought away. In a sense, they never really stopped happening. Every moment you ever treasured, every friend you ever valued is still there, separated from us only by time; the past is still happening and always will be. It's only we who have moved on.

What is the world coming to, when you can't even trust a rogue vicar and her demon lover?

God does so love to make a man break a promise.