The barriers between reality and fiction are softer than we think; a bit like a frozen lake. Hundreds of people can walk across it, but then one evening a thin spot develops and someone falls through; the hole is frozen over by the following morning.

Two minds with but a single thought, two hearts that beat as one.

I've got six months to sort out the hackers, get the Japanese knotweed under control and find an acceptable form of narcissus.

Comedy was one of those genres that while appearing quite jolly was actually highly dangerous.

The universe always moves from an ordered state to a disordered one; that a glass may fall to the ground and shatter yet you never see a broken glass reassemble itself and then jump back on the table.

You nearly killed eight people!" I managed to gasp out loud. "My count was closer to twelve," returned Havisham as she opened the door. "And anyhow, you can't nearly kill someone. Either they are dead or they are not.

You have many fine qualities that I admire. But you are out of time. You should have been born a century ago, when values such as yours meant something.