There are three things, and three things only, that can lift the pain of mortality and ease the ravages of life. These are wine, women and song.

I am anti-life, the Beast of Judgment. I am the dark at the end of everything. The end of universes, gods, worlds…of everything. And what will you be then, Dreamlord?" "I am hope.

I knew enough about adults to know that if did tell them what had happened, I would not be believed. Adults rarely seemed to believe me when I told the truth anyway.

You're sick. Sick and evil and weird.

Grown-ups don't look like grown-ups on the inside either. Outside, they're big and thoughtless and they always know what they're doing. Inside, they look just like they always have. Like they did when they were your age. Truth is, there aren't any grown-ups. Not one, in the whole wide world.

There are little pockets of old time in London, where things and places stay the same, like bubble in amber.

Perfection is like chasing the horizon. Keep moving.