They were small, brightly coloured, happy little creatures who secreted some of the nastiest toxins in the world, which is why the job of looking after the large vivarium where they happily passed their days was given to first-year students, on the basis that if they got things wrong there wouldn't be too much education wasted.

The thief, as will become apparent, was a special type of thief. This thief was an artist of theft. Other thieves merely stole everything that was not nailed down, but this thief stole the nails as well.

Priests were metal-reinforced overshoes. They saved your soles. This is an Assassin joke.

When it's time to stop living, I will certainly make Death my number one choice!

This wasn't food - it was what food became if it had been good and gone to food heaven.

Personal’s not the same as important. People just think it is.

If you don't turn your life into a story, you just become a part of someone else's story.