We’ll meet the meat.

Unfortunately this Electric Monk had developed a fault, and had started to believe all kinds of things, more or less at random. It was even beginning to believe things they'd have difficulty believing in Salt Lake City.

Nothing travels faster than the speed of light, with the possible exception of bad news, which obeys its own special laws.

Nobody got murdered before lunch. But nobody. People weren't up to it. You needed a good lunch to get both the blood-sugar and blood-lust levels up.

I'm 48, which is a bit of a shock to me. Why only last year I thought I was a precocious young thing!

If we see you smoking we will assume you are on fire and take appropriate action.

I'd take the awe of understanding over the awe of ignorance any day.