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.

Sometimes humour is all we have to say the things that can't be said.

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

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.

Revenge is simply justice with teeth.

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