The clever people at CERN are smashing particles together in the hope that Doctor Who will turn up and tell them to stop

You put a spell on the dog," I said as we left the house. "Just a small one," said Nightingale. "So magic is real," I said. "Which makes you a...what?" "A wizard." "Like Harry Potter?" Nightingale sighed. "No," he said. "Not like Harry Potter." "In what way?" "I'm not a fictional character," said Nightingale.

Actually I'd always thought he sat in the library with a slim volume of metaphysical poetry until the commissioner called him on the bat phone and summoned him into action. Holy paranormal activity, Nightingale - to the Jag mobile.

That which does not kill us has to get up extra early in the morning if it wants to get us next time.

In the winter she curls up around a good book and dreams away the cold.

When you're a boy your life can be measured out as a series of uncomfortable conversations reluctantly initiated by adults in an effort to tell you things that you either already know or really don't want to know.

It's a police mantra that all members of the public are guilty of something, but some members of the public are more guilty than others.