I always feel most alive when everything else is dying all around me

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.

The only good hero is the kind who survives to talk about merchandising.

Last night I dreamed I was still human, but now I have woken up, into something better. Farewell, my friends, farewell.

I always feel most alive when everything else is dying all around me

What is the world coming to, when you can't even trust a rogue vicar and her demon lover?

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