It's hard to maintain a reputation for being grim and mysterious when you're accompanied by a brightly clad young thing, skipping merrily along at your side, holding your hand, and smiling sweetly on one and all.

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

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

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

After all, you’re only an immortal until someone manages to kill you. After that, you were just long-lived.

No one likes to admit that in the end we all die by inches, gradually losing all the defining visual characteristics that make us us

When you are tired of life, come to Haven. And someone will kill you.