Books can be terrible snobs.

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

Nothing is hidden, nothing is ever lost, nothing is ever forgotten. That's always been part of my problem.

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

Revenge is simply justice with teeth.

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.

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