What can the harvest hope for, if not for the care of the Reaper Man?

He stared at his feet. “I’m still very ignorant,” he said, “but at least I’m ignorant about really important things.

Pets are always a great help in times of stress. And in times of starvation too, o'course.

Ye ken, we've been robbin' and running aroound on all kinds o' worlds for a lang time, and I'll tell ye this: The universe is a lot more comp-li-cated than it looks from the ooutside.

This is Morbidia," said Vlad. "Although she's been calling herself Tracy lately, to be cool.

Rumour is information distilled so finely that it can filter through anything. It does not need doors and windows -- sometimes it does not need people. It can exist free and wild, running from ear to ear without ever touching lips.

If you put butter and salt on it, it tastes like salty butter.