If not for Death, they’d be content to simply exist, but with Death, well, their lives will have meaning — a boundary beyond which the living cannot cross.

I will be a wise and tolerant monarch, dispencing justice fairly, and only setting nightmares to rip out the winds of the evil and the wicked. Or just anybody that I don't like.

Read the books you love, tell people about authors you like, and don’t worry about it.

I don't know much more than I did when I was alive. Most of the stuff I know now that I didn't know then I can't put into words.

If you want to call it that. But it is a very specific sort of magic. There's a magic you take from death. Something leaves the world, something else comes into it.

Life - and I don't suppose I'm the first to make this comparison - is a disease: sexually transmitted, and invariably fatal.

Dahling, when God put teeth in your mouth, he ruined a perfectly good arsehole.