I'm glad a genre writer has got a knighthood, but stunned that it was me.

The Kappamaki, a whaling research ship, was currently researching the question: How many whales can you catch in one week?

It's vital to remember who you really are. It's very important. It isn't a good idea to rely on other people or things to do it for you, you see. They always get it wrong.

Who knew what evil lurked in the hearts of men? A copper, that's who. (...)You saw how close men lived to the beast. You realized that people like Carcer were not mad. They were incredibily sane. They were simply men without a shield. They'd looked at the world and realized that all the rules didn't have to apply to them, not if they didn't want them to. They weren't fooled by all the little stories. They shook hands with the beast.

The Librarian was not familiar with love, which had always struck him as a bit ethereal and soppy, but kindness, on the other hand, was practical. You knew where you were with kindness, especially if you were holding a pie it had just given you.

All tapes left in a car for more than about a fortnight metamorphose into Best of Queen albums.

It was so loud and so deep, it wasn't really sound at all, just something that turned the air hard and then hit you with it.