Oh God, it's her, run!

Angel: And what will you do with the world, once it is yours?' N. Hob: 'Punish it, for not loving me.

Last night I dreamed I was still human, but now I have woken up, into something better. Farewell, my friends, farewell.

While the cat's away, you may find the rats getting damned uppity.

Sometimes humour is all we have to say the things that can't be said.

It's hard to maintain a reputation for being grim and mysterious when you're accompanied by a brightly clad young thing, skipping merrily along at your side, holding your hand, and smiling sweetly on one and all.

You know, sometimes I swear the whole universe runs on irony.