Nothing is ever really lost. The memories of good friends and good times are always there, never more than a thought away. In a sense, they never really stopped happening. Every moment you ever treasured, every friend you ever valued is still there, separated from us only by time; the past is still happening and always will be. It's only we who have moved on.

Who's got my Jaffa Cakes? You know I can't function without Jaffa Cakes.

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

Books can be terrible snobs.

Wait. You've got principles? We'll have to update your file.

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.