Mr. Pewter led them through to a library, filled with thousands of antiquarian books. 'Impressive, eh?' 'Very,' said Jack. 'How did you amass all these?' 'Well,' said Pewter, 'You know the person who always borrows books and never gives them back?' 'Yes...?' 'I'm that person.

Mr. McGregor's a nasty piece of work, isn't he? Quite the Darth Vader of children's literature.

...being written by someone who might not quite understand the subconscious nuance of the character leaves us in varying degrees of flatness.

There's something rotten in the state of Denmark, and Hamlet says...it's payback time!

We all make mistakes at some time in our lives, some more than others. It is only when the cost is counted in human lives that people really take notice.

We were developing a machine that used egg white, heat and sugar to synthesize methanol when a power surge caused an implosion. Owens was meringued. By the time we chipped him out the poor chap had expired.

I wished I could share my own optimism.