When the first living thing existed, I was there waiting. When the last living thing dies, my job will be finished. I'll put the chairs on the tables, turn out the lights and lock the universe behind me when I leave.

Richard did not believe in angels, he never had. He was damned if he was going to start now. Still, it was much easier not to believe in something when it was not actually looking directly at you and saying your name.

She didn't have a daddy?" I asked. "No." "Did you have a daddy?" "You're all questions, aren't you? No, love. We never went in for that sort of thing. You only need men if you want to breed more men.

And I would try and walk far enough away that people would not assume I was with him.

The search for the word gets no easier but nobody else is going to write your novel for you.

I found English to be a sort of Thomas Hardy aversion therapy.

The world is always ending, for someone.