Books can be terrible snobs.

Keep your mind too open, and you never know what might walk in.

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.

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

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

Who ... what are they?" "My pride and glory," Alex said fondly. "Betty and Lucy Coltrane. Best damned bouncers in the business. Though of course I'd never tell them that. Fiercer than pit bulls and cheaper to run. Married to each other. They had a dog once, but they ate it.

I went to a house that was not a house. I opened a door that was not a door. And what I saw, I saw.