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

Never go anywhere without condiments. Condiments are our friends.

When God wanted a city levelled, or all the first-born slaughtered in one night, he sent an angel.

Though I often run out of courage and good sense, stubbornness keeps me going.

The cream-tiled walls were spattered here and there with old dried bloodstains, deep gouges that might have been clawmarks, and all kinds of graffiti. As usual, someone had spelt Cthulhu wrongly.

First rule of engineering; beware prototypes. Along with, avoid anything made by an engineer who doesn't have all his own fingers.

If you don't trust anyone, they can't let you down.