You must be careful with kindness. It's usually mistaken for weakness by stupid people.

Zombies are the liberal nightmare. Here you have the masses, whom you would love to love, appearing at your front door with their faces falling off; and you're trying to be as humane as you possibly can, but they are, after all, eating the cat. And the fear of mass activity, of mindlessness on a national scale, underlies my fear of zombies.

She was a sea: and I had to swim in her.

How many human eyes...had snatched glimpses of their secret anatomies, down the passage of years?

Maybe the man had taken the wrong turning, but at least he'd travelled some extraordinary roads.

I haven't even had a life I could call my own, and you're ready to slot me into the grand design. Well, I don't think I want to go. I want to be my own design.

Anyway, it's gone. And there's nothing left in my pocket to charm you. So from now on it's going to have to be tears or nothing I'm afraid. That's all I've got left to tell you see: tears, tears, tears.