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

If I knew that I could die, I would live. My life, my death, my choice.

I express preference for a chronological sequence of events which precludes a violence.

Mind you, the Elizabethans had so many words for the female genitals that it is quite hard to speak a sentence of modern English without inadvertently mentioning at least three of them.

There will be justice," said Brutha. "If there is no justice, there is nothing.

Carpe Jugulum," read Agnes aloud. "That's... well, Carpe Diem is 'Sieze the Day,' so this means-" "Go for the throat

You see the lighted windows and what you want to think is that there may be many interesting stories behind them, but what you know is that really there are just dull, dull souls, mere consumers of food, who think their instincts are emotions and their tiny lives of more account than a whisper of wind.