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?

Voodoo is a very interesting religion for the whole family, even those members of it who are dead.

He'd always known that the world was an interesting place, and his imagination had peopled it with pirates and bandits and spies and astronauts and similar. But he'd also had a nagging suspicion that, when you seriously got right down to it, they were all just things in books and didn't properly exist anymore.

He looked up at them, a scruffy Napoleon with his laces trailing, exiled to a rose-trellised Elba.

Banana daiquiris aren't knock-'em-back-by-the-flagon.

Shoes, men, coffins; never accept the first one you see.

One day all of us will die but - and this is the important thing - we are not dead yet.