I'm trying to have a moment o' existential dreed here, right? Crivens, it's a puir lookout if a man canna feel the chilly winds o' fate lashing aroound his netheres wi'out folks telling him he's deid, eh?

One of the highlights of the first Good Omens tour was Neil and I walking through New York singing Shoehorn with Teeth. Well, we'd had a good breakfast. And you don't get mugged, either.

Omens are everywhere in this world you just have to find the one that fits.

Perhaps the magic would last, perhaps it wouldn't. But then again, what does?

You do know you could find yourself charged with being a dominant species while under the influence of impulse-driven consumerism, don't you?

He felt as if he had been shipwrecked on the Titanic, but in the nick of time had been rescued. By the Lusitania

Truly, he thought, the way of enlightenment is like unto half a mile of broken glass.