Who ... what are they?" "My pride and glory," Alex said fondly. "Betty and Lucy Coltrane. Best damned bouncers in the business. Though of course I'd never tell them that. Fiercer than pit bulls and cheaper to run. Married to each other. They had a dog once, but they ate it.

While the cat's away, you may find the rats getting damned uppity.

You want me to sneak up on an angel and rip out its pinfeathers, so you can make a fashion statement?

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.

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

Because nothing makes love and life matter more than the knowledge that some day it must end.

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