History isn't like that. History unravels gently, like an old sweater. It has been patched and darned many times, reknitted to suit different people, shoved in a box under the sink of censorship to be cut up for the dusters of propaganda, yet it always - eventually - manages to spring back into its old familar shape. History has a habit of changing the people who think they are changing it. History always has a few tricks up its frayed sleeve. It's been around a long time.

How do you get all those coins?" asked Mort. IN PAIRS.

If you have enough book space, I don't want to talk to you.

Her singing always cheered him up. Life seemed so much brighter when she stopped.

I don't regret it, you know. I would do it all again. Children are our hope for the future." THERE IS NO HOPE FOR THE FUTURE, said Death. "What does it contain, then?" ME.

The best thing I ever did with my life was stand up and say I've got Alzheimer's.

People don't like to say Horror so they say Dark Fantasy because that's Horror wearing a collar and tie.