... but it is attitude, not years, that condemns one to the ranks of the Undead, or else proffers salvation. In the domain of the young there dwells many an Undead soul. They rush about so, their inner putrefaction is concealed for a few decades, that is all.

Whoever opined "Money can't buy you happiness" obviously had far too much of the stuff.

Faith, the least exclusive club on Earth, has the craftiest doorman.

I still haven't quite got used to eating live fish.

Italians give their city sexes, and they all agree that the sex for a particular city is quite correct, but none of them can explain why. I love that. London's middle-aged and male, respectably married but secretly gay.

The weak are meat the strong do eat.

It's true, reading too many novels makes you go blind.