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.

Revenge is simply justice with teeth.

The harsh, unyielding reality of having to compromise your ideals bit by bit, day by day, just to achieve a few little victories in the face of the world’s malice, or indifference. Until sometimes you wonder if there’s nothing left of you but the shell of the man you intended to be, just going through the motions because you’ve nothing better to do.

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

Never go anywhere without condiments. Condiments are our friends.

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

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