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.

Never go anywhere without condiments. Condiments are our friends.

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

Revenge is simply justice with teeth.

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

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