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

The only good hero is the kind who survives to talk about merchandising.

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

What is the world coming to, when you can't even trust a rogue vicar and her demon lover?

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

Alexandra was tall and blond, with a balcony you could do Shakespeare from.

Are you sure this is a good idea?' whispered the unicorn. 'No,' said Rupert. 'But it's our best chance to find a dragon.' 'Frankly, that doesn't strike me as such a hot idea either,' muttered the unicorn.