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.

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

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

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.

Are you sure this is a good idea?' whispered the unicorn. 'No,' said Rupert. 'But it's our best chance to find a dragon.' 'Frankly, that doesn't strike me as such a hot idea either,' muttered the unicorn.

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